Driving down a rural road
crossing at the junction
my truck had a full load
brakes didnt function
stepped on the gas
tried to beat the train
it was going to fast
all was vain
it hit my truck
scattered pieces about
with no luck
threw me out
all bashed up
laying on my back
truck crashed up
sitting by the track
I seen people crying
trying to be brave
they knew I was dying
going to my grave
(In memory of Georgie C. Clary whom died in a train accident in 1918)
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