Bus

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Bus stop blues,
gum to shoes,
cranked up tunes.

Distance, earth to moon,
get there soon,
child and her red balloon,
hour struck close to noon.

Flowers bloom,
tragedies gloom,
all goes away with the janitor’s broom,
until the next day’s doom
on the bus route.

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