Since Ah've taken this ride—
For this old bagabones
A turn in weather
Makes these old bagabones felt
So many thrills Ah've sought
That none could compare
That wood and steel built frame
Leaned back, listening
To your metal wheels & wood panels clicking
Soothing me while you
Were about to terrafie most men
The first drop, twenty-five feet
I couldn't help
But smile
For this old bagabones
Is grateful
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