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Bowlegged Belligerent Boxcar Betty

Bowlegged belligerent bellowing Boxcar Betty Rarely rose to the ripe, refreshed or ready She always had an exasperatingly idiotic excuse To cavort and converse on Charlie’s Chicken caboose Eddie’s Enthusiastic Engine was trite and tired. Of these two freeloaders, quarrelsomely quagmire. He wanted both Betty and Charlie off his train. For they both were a challenge, and a horrible strain. Boxcar Betty dug in her claws, determined to stay. She loved riding the rails with Charlie every day. Eddie had to keep Charlie Chicken too of course. A train’s caboose is imperative as legs on a horse.

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Date: 2/6/2022 6:17:00 PM
Not so anymore, Caren. I haven't seen a caboose in years. I think they have all become monuments in railroad town parks.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/7/2022 6:29:00 AM
I have seen them but I live in Kansas City. We have a lot of trains here and in Chicago where I used to live.

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