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   I was going at a high rate of speed.

   At the crossing of the way that was high.

   This was a problem indeed.

   It took a long time before the train said good bye.

   The train sure was long.

   My head was start to go bong.

   Watching it was a bore;

   I was so mad I could roar.

   It got in my way.

   This was not my day.

   Things were not going ok.

   As I watched it move down the track; I almost had

a heart attack,

   Things were not smooth or in a groove.

   The freight train really was a pain.

   It was not ok.

   It caused a delay.

  

   The boxcars made sure I would not get far.

   The flatbed cars caused a pain in my head.

   There were even cars carrying cars.

   That was when I started to see stars.

   The gondola caused a train pain as hard as grenola.

   The cars called hopper, did not stopper.

   Watching them was numbing.

   There were a lot of tanker cars owned by Hood.

   The fact that there were so many was not good.

   When I finally saw the caboose,

   I knew I was about to be loose.