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.
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
There was a young man from India,
Who drove as though he was a Raja,
Careless was his driving,
His car went exploding,
And he flew all the way to Russia.
Labels: Poems
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