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NO PLACE LIKE HOME would you like to hear a story, that grandma once told its about an old train, that grandpa once rode the story starts out when my grandpa was young he had reached the age that the fever begun but its the kind of fever that won't make you ill its when you must travel somewhere, you just can't stay still he had seen many times, the smoke far away it came every week, and on the same day it was that train from the east, kansas is where it was from headed west hauling wheat, and chasing the sun that fever inside him would not let him be it was that train an the mountains, he just had to see it was then that he saw the train, come over the hill as the ground shook beneth him,a never befor felt thrill as it came up the next hill, it slowed to a pace that he might run beside it, but it would be a foot race then he tried to grab on, his hand started to slip as his feet druged the gravel, he must find a good grip then he pulled himself up, and felt he had won excited and scared, his journey now had begun on top of the boxcar, he could finally see the tips of the mountains, he said calling for me now as he got closer, to his big surprise the mountains it seems, reach clear to the sky now as the train climed, he looked down some roads he started to notice, it was now getting cold the wind had now changed, an the stack blowing out smoke was shooting rite in his face, as he began now to choke he thought to himself that this cannot last the wind will change, when we go through the next pass with it getting colder an colder, he started to shake not thinking this out, was a major mistake so now he was freezing an stuck on the car not knowing for how long, not knowing how far all he could think of, is when will it end so he could go home to his family and friends now as he was praying, the train headed down hill could this be a miracle, clean cloths an hot meal yes the train finally stopped, and grandpa jumped down he was just on the edge of a old mining town he decided to walk, find some place to get warm wearing cloths that were dirty, smelly an torn with no money or friends here to help him out looking so pitiful as he roamed all about now a lady had seen him, an said son whats your name your not from this town, have you been riding that train come into the house now, an have a seat i'll get you warmed up, an cleaned up, an something to eat i can see young man that you've had quete a day but we must phone your family, let them know your ok now he thought to himself, it was no fun to roam so he made the phone call, an he asked to come home now when grandma first told this story to me she did for a reason, so that i might see she knows the fever can grab you, and you'll want to roam then you'll find out the hard way, thats there's no place like home
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