I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.

If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.

God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the old away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.


This happens when you live
close to railroad crossings


So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.

So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same.


This  thing is called a "critter"  a self
designed railroad engine, use for a special
purpose. this one is named "Cranberry Express"
and used in Bogs to harvest cranberries

 

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