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Near a creek at the turn of a century they birthed me,
My brick, steel, concrete and glass were incredible to see.
Trains of all sorts stopped, spent some time, and businesses thrived,
As travelers, soldiers, commuters, and friends departed and arrived.
Ribbons of steel in my front yard gleamed from the Rock Island line.
Indeed, the Golden State, Rocket, and Zephyr delighted riders on its ‘mighty fine line’.