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~Train of Thought~

No one knew why
The train had halted...
In the galley, the cook
Only cared that
His coffee brewed and
His stew was salted.

He moved from table to table,
Trying to find why he lost power.
He finally saw he'd tripped a breaker
And got the coffee brewing
Before the breakfast hour.
All it took was the right connection...

In the club car sat
One Jonathan Steele,
Who was very proud
He was born
So well endowed.
He'd made love a thousand times
To every conceivable type,
But on close inspection,
He'd never made the love connection...

"I wonder why we aren't moving,"
Said Bill to Jack while discussing business.
"Dunno," answered Jack, deep in thought.
"How come you're already a VP and I'm still a rep?"
Continued Jack, back to the discussion at hand.
Bill, while looking in the window at his reflection,
Answered, "You just didn't make the right connection."

The little boy squatted next to the tracks,
Trying to get his train moving...
His dad came along to assist, his voice
Became very soothing.
"You gotta make sure all the tracks are together,"
He said, pushing each piece in place,
'Till he found the right one.
The train sprang to life,
And dad returned to his wife;
The boy had a beaming face.
Looks like there was a bad connection...

And you my friend...
How about you?
As you scan this story thru
Curious introspection...
Could you be enjoying it now
Without the right
Internet connection?

I think not.



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