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The Juice Train (CTG)
Latest version--
Juice Train
From Florida, all the way up the East Coast,
the Juice Train lumbers daily up the line,
squealing up the silver track, mile by mile,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!
I watch the juice cars screeching up the line,
each car emblazoned "Tropicana", graffitied,
all that steel and juice, clanking and rankling,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!
I borrow time from my duties, putting commas in,
taking them out, to watch through chainlink
as the Juice Train groans again up the tracks,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!
From big American cities to little cities,
each mile by mile and each smile by smile,
the Juice train's grinding on up the line,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!
Christopher T. George
Tropicana Juice Train on Flickr and YouTube.
Original version--
The Juice Train
squeals and groans south
to Florida, "Tropicana"
emblazoned on each railcar;
I gaze through chainlink
as the last car disappears
round the bend and I must
return to my editing grind.
Christopher T. George
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Just a little ode-er!
A fart is a pleasant thing,
It gives the belly ease,
It warms the bed in winter,
And suffocates the fleas.
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud
A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known
To sound like a song......
A fart can create
A most curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, and deadly.
A fart might not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger a while......
A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone there,
With strange looks on their faces .
From wide-open prairie,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of
Us sooner or later.
But farts are all bad,
Is simply not true-
We must never forget.......
Sweet old farts like you!
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Thanks, Gerry and Lindy.
Chris