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Carl Sandburg - Limited
Work rating: Medium

I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains 
     of the nation. 
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air 
     go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people. 
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men 
     and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall 
     pass to ashes.) 
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he 
     answers: "Omaha."
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