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#7 Bent and Twisted

This old ore car at the Quincy mine was once straight, square, plumb, and stout.  A few decades of work and then a few more put out to pasture (literally) have left it bent and twisted, rusted and rotting; ignored and alone with its memories of the days when it carried a whole region's prosperity on its axles.  Unlike the rest of us bent and twisted relics, it can't go to Florida before the snow comes, so the moral of the story is its better to be an old man that an ore car.   Or something.