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My last train trip

My last train trip Can you hear my train coming tchoo tchoo I see mom, dad and all the people I've known At the sidewalk they are singing in moan I'm sleeping, dressed up and up to go All hats were been pulled down I'm floating above waves of hands I reached my cabin of wood Inside, is brighten in white even my hood Outside, it starts raining sands With no time I'm drowning in the flood Loneliness takes over the place It is getting cold and dark I can hear the village clerk He is saying my name followed by rest in peace Everything decays except for My gravestone that stands like a strong oak

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Date: 6/20/2015 11:19:00 PM
You are a good story teller. Bravo!
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Date: 6/21/2015 12:20:00 AM
This one comment I'm gonna take 'selfie' with
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Date: 6/21/2015 12:18:00 AM
This one remak I'm gonna take 'selfie' with