There will be ac-ci-dents. 

I know ac-ci-dents are coming. 

Smash-ups, signals wrong, washouts, trestles rotten, 

Red and yellow ac-ci-dents. 

But somehow and somewhere the end of the run 

The train gets put together again 

And the caboose and the green tail lights 

Fade down the right of way like a new white hope. 

— Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

    from "Caboose Thoughts" 

    ("Cornhuskers", 1918)

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