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     Within the shadows of my mind I see and hear the train that Christmas Eve 
No sound comes from the locomotive, 
No blast from the horn do I hear, 
No sound from the lives lost that were so dear
 Only a sound like a crushed can do I hear, 
Only sparks from the rims of the car sliding down the rails do I see and fear
 Life fades from the dying battery mirroring those within... 
And in the shadows of my mind all is dark and silent once again
 My first response... 1969

AUTHOR: RBH