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Feb 2017
I hear the four o'clock bound for Columbus
It sound's like a harmonica wavering low and
running south
I can feel the ground tremble
The store windows reverberate
Every wheel churning
Every length of track burning
Hurry on down , thundering freight
through tiny towns* ...
Copyright February 27 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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