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Twas a grand old crossing. Proudly it stood in all seasons.
As age does weary us so too with crossings. Splintering, weathering, all took a toll.
I knew how it felt when bits started to fall off.
Now it leans as do I.
It’s just a matter of time I’ve them say.
Til the morrow then. (275 characters)