An old man went to a railroad,
Where a passing train got him mowed.
The deaths were fifty,
They all died horribly,
And to their heavenly abode.
Limericks...
Posted by
Tharun
Wednesday, November 12
Labels: Poems
An old man went to a railroad,
Where a passing train got him mowed.
The deaths were fifty,
They all died horribly,
And to their heavenly abode.
Labels: Poems
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