And the sons of Pullman porters / And the sons of engineers / Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel. / Mothers with their babes asleep / Rockin' to the gentle beat / And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.This life is so beautiful it could bring a tear to your eye. (But it didn't! Self-control prevailed.)
Song link here.
Lots of love to you this late January day in 2014.
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