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+<h1>In the Caboose.</h1>
+
+<%% content_for 'poem' do -%>
+"Train delayed? and what's to say?" 
+"Blocked by last night's snow they say." 
+Seven hours or so to wait; 
+Well, that's pleasant! but there's the freight. 
+Depot loafing no one fancies, 
+We'll try the caboose and take our chances. 
+  
+Cool this morning in Watertown, 
+Somewhat frosty___mercury down; 
+Enter caboose___roaring fire, 
+With never an air-hole; heat so dire 
+That we shrivel and pant; we are roasted through- 
+Outside, thermometer thirty-two. 
+  
+We start with a jerk and suddenly stop. 
+"What's broke?" says one; another "What's up?", 
+"Oh, nothing," they answer, "That's our way: 
+You must stand the jerking, sorry to say." 
+We "stand it" with oft this painful thought: 
+Are our heads on yet, or are they not? 
+  
+Comrades in misery___let me see; 
+Girl like a statue opposite me; 
+Back and forth the others jostle___ 
+She never winks, nor moves a muscle; 
+See her, as she sits there now; 
+She's "well balanced," anyhow. 
+  
+Woman in trouble, tearful eyes, 
+Sits by the window, softly cries, 
+Pity___for griefs we may not know, 
+For breasts that ache, for tears that flow, 
+Though we know not why. Her eyelids red 
+Tell a sorrowful tale___some hope is dead. 
+  
+Man who follows the Golden Rule, 
+And lends his papers___a pocket full, 
+Has a blank book___once in a minute 
+Has an idea, and writes it in it. 
+Guess him? Yes, of course I can, 
+He's a___well___a newspaper man. 
+  
+Blue-eyed fairy, wrapped in fur; 
+Sweet young mother tending her. 
+Fairy thinks it's "awful far," 
+Wants to get off this "naughty car." 
+So do we, young golden-hair; 
+All this crowd are with you there!
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+<p><a href="http://skyways.lib.ks.us/poetry/walls/caboose.html">-- Ellen P. Allerton.</a></p>
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