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Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack

Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack I know better than to turn or ever look back In a foreign land, I try to relax and watch the sights But if we fly off the rails, God will turn off our lights Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack I fish around in my purse and find my brown sack. There are a couple of crackers, the cheese is all gone. What if some psychopath has these timbers half sawn? Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack The person across the aisle gives her child a whack. This reminds me of home, as a matter of fact. I am ready to return; not truthfully a traveling act. Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack We are slowing down. Are we there, Jack? I have to settle back down we aren’t even close. But the train feels weird, as if I’m being watched by a ghost.

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Date: 11/24/2021 3:26:00 PM
Your first line repeated actually sounds like riding on Amtrak. Hmm...the idea that a "psychopath has these timbers half sawn" is chilling. Nah...nope. I will let the sounds lull me to sleep and not worry about such as that!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/26/2021 2:35:00 PM
Hahahaha I wish I'd have thought about the psychopath and the half-sawn timbers now.
Date: 11/20/2021 8:31:00 PM
cute one, Caren... God will turn off our lights
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/21/2021 11:24:00 AM
He sure will but on His terms

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