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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