Enlightenment
Head on collisions can not be predicted
At great speeds they are hard to avoid
People on the train sleep in their calm
Not for long when something goes wrong
North bound hits south bound boom!
Mr. Hobo makes the tracks his home
He stands upright for the special delivery
He looks left to see bright lights coming
Then the other way to see yet others
So much rapid illumination thrills him
He smiles and thanks God for his luck
Thanks God it was not two trucks
The impact creates enlightenment
If you must travel, go locomotive
Generally speaking from experience
It is a safer form of transportation
We can only surmise the reason why
People love to ride
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