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Whistle Along Train As Your Steam Puffs

Unlikely the explorers of the Wild West, I'm bound for sheer adventure, not amazing discovery; finding gold is far from any quest while this clanking, slow-moving stream locomotive will take me to places so primitive... even a small ghost town has tales that conjure mystery! Whistle along train as your steam puffs... reaching clouds and turning them into raindrops, California is still a seeker's dream for the unhappy folks living in bustling cities enduring noise and pollution; soundless are the canyons drifting by without any fearless cowboy riding, but the watchful coyotes will resent this intrusion... whenever your whistle startles them when they are napping! Whistle along train as your steam puffs, I didn't bring along a single book to read not to be distracted by reality, only a huge map showing me historic towns... where daily shootings were as common as drinking whiskey! Imagine seeing the ghosts of Billy the Kid and Jesse James roam the dusty streets ready to start a gunfight; see crowds gather and wait for the winner to shout... it's like watching a Clint Eastwood's western movie drawing his guns!

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