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Wrong Bus | ||
| I missed the bus that goes straight in. I'm on the one that goes around. My head is in a dreadful spin. I'm sensitive to every sound. The other riders have alit. The driver has just me alone. It doesn't matter where I sit, I always hear the engine drone. I'll make the best I can of this. I'll try to laugh instead of cry. Perhaps I still will find some bliss, And reach the city by and by. | ||
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