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Feb 2017
It was aboard the Amtrak Crescent train to Atlanta and New Orleans
Railing tracks being a vacation to not look back
There were stops the train made
But as night had fallen needing no shade
I was sitting in coach folks, suddenly the train made an immediate stop
A passenger on the train wanted this be a “Death Knot”
Immediately the conductor ran through the train
The train remained still for a while
There was no one walking idle
The passenger wanted to commit suicide and jump off
Another Conductor saw the passengers and avoided the attempt
The passenger wanted the situation  to be “Passenger leaps to his Death”
But life was for him to live
Death wasn’t make a call
The passenger was subdued in stall
The train proceeded on
I don’t know how, but the train was on schedule and arrived where it belonged
Fate that could have come too late
It simply wasn’t the passenger’s time fitting the slate.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Elizabeth Squires and ---
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