Oh magandang binibini, ako’y lubos na nagagalak dahil sa ating mga mumunting palitan ng mga mensahe. Kahit na ito’y di masyadong impormatibo, ako’y lubos na nasisiyahan sa ating mga pinag-uusapan.

Oh binibini, ang bawat ngiti na iyong pinapakita ang siyang nagbibigay sigla sa matamlay kong araw. Ang iyong mga tawa ang siyang nagsisilbing musika sa aking mga tenga, na walang kapantay sa tinig at ganda.

Kahit na sa kakaunting panahon na tayo’y nagkilala, para na kitang kaibigan na kay tagal nang kilala. Ang bawat palitan ng mga letra’t salita ay may kasamang pagmamahal at tuwa. Kaya ang mga salitang ito’y kusang lumalabas sa aking dila.

Oh binibini, nawa’y mapansin mo ang mga problema na dulot mo, sa pagka’t gabi-gabi nalang ako’y di makatulog pag na-aalala ang mga ngiti **** sintamis ng preskong bino at ng mga titig **** kasing init ng siling labuyo.

Nawa’y sa pag idlip mo’y mapaghinipan mo ako, ng ako rin ay makadayo sa mundong tayo lang dalawa ang nandoon. Kung saan malayo tayo sa mga mata ng di nakakaintindi, at sa mga salita ng di nakaka-alam.

Oh binibini, lagi mo sanang tandaan, na kahit saankaman ay laging nasa sayo ang puso ko. Na kahit bagyo ma’y dumaan at mga lindol ay maranasan, na ang pagtingin ko ay laging sayo lamang.

Big Four Railroad
In the past a little one had an interest in this story and one of the racers and the longest freight train
The race team was in the living room and their story was being read from the paper mother clueless
We laughed and snickered about our secret that old engineer was proud of us we were not vain
Down the hill we sped past Bino’s station across Jackson the B&O; he was high balling we had to pour it
On between the two tracks he was closing the gap he had nothing to lose but his pride for us it was
Curtains the long black limo a one way ride we streaked the line fifteen feet to spare we just stopped
And turned what a salutation from the engineer half hanging out the widow of that great engine his
Balled fist a shaking you sons with the deafening roar of that train so close we didn’t get to hear the rest
And the train carried him on down the track so Jerry and Larry and the other guy continued on to the
Swimming pool pleased with our speed we forgot about it until on the front of the paper in the bottom
corner it read three Pana youths out run train I guess the old engineer cooled off as he sailed on down
The track we didn’t know he talked to the tower as he passed so we didn’t get first prize or a blue
Ribbon but in a small way we entered into the great and wonderful tales of train lore along with Jessie
and Frank I told you when in trouble I had three actions fight talk or run that day the running won the
Day for these three amigos this memory was triggered by that same old paper this time it was talking
About the Amtrak detour I remember those passengers all those years ago setting there in their seats
flying through our town and the hook and the mail sack from the tower where that old bakery could be
smelled all night all the way out at the park as we watched tables for old F.S. Refinery I’m glad we didn’t
race a passenger train or this would be a hamburger story enjoy G.H.