A network of tunnels connects the town.
To access its vessels, you must go down.
Named different things, wherever you go,
The tube, the subway, and sometimes the metro.
These giant metal snakes all creak and shout,
And in their bellies, we go about,
To do our bidding, and to make our way.
What stories does the subway bring today?
The Pent Up Poet 
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