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                          I was driving down Interstate 20.

         I was bored plenty.  The interstate was not great.

        On my way from Denver, Colorado to Chicago, Illinois.

       Yes, Chicago, Illinois was where was going this boy.

                             It sounded like rain.

              Somewhere in Nebraska or Wyoming, coming.

  I don't know the place, looking out at the wide open space.

                  This trip had been long.  I am not strong.

                  No smile on my face.

                            What do I hear with my ear

             It sounds like rain coming down the plain.

                         It's a train.

             It's a long train of freight.  It's so great.

                         It goes on and on and on.

                           It has car after car after car.

                            It goes on so far.

                        Finally, it is done.

                             That was so much fun.

                           It provided a nice break.

        I know stopping to see it, was not a mistake.