Train 69

The moon's glow overhead lead the men. It was past it's glory that day; the day left behind. They knew they would have to hurry, to catch the leaving train, nothing new for them that day. The train's departure was for noon the day they left behind. That train was long past gone, the next might end them up dead.

They boarded the train half past 10, that evening with the moon's glow on the tracks. They took their seats, they rested their heads, their eyes did not look back. There was a woman there within that car. A woman beautiful and stout. That woman there made them stare, her bosoms nearly hanging out.

One by one they approached her there, sitting all alone. One by one they went their way; their advances gained them none. Till last was he, upon his knee, as the train rolled down the track. He asked her hand, less of a demand than those who had asked her past.

She took his hand and then this man and this stoutly woman passed. In the back of the train, that's where they lain. Sweat rolled off their backs. Now the train did move, the train did chug across those railroad tracks. They did sway and so they say, did the train off it's tracks.

Round and round, down and down. The train tumbled off a bridge. All were lost as was the cost as Train 69 met it's end.

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