As the road sparkled with ice,
The sun shined on my face,
I looks at my shoes and I bent down to tie my shoe lace,
By the time I got done with tying my shoes,
I seen the buss coming to pick up the other kids, who were just down the road from me,
When they were finally on the bus, the bus came quick quick down the street,
That I thought my bus driver wouldn't see me, but thankfully, she did not pass by me
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
As the road sparkled with ice,
The sun shined on my face,
I looks at my shoes and I bent down to tie my shoe lace,
By the time I got done with tying my shoes,
I seen the buss coming to pick up the other kids, who were just down the road from me,
When they were finally on the bus, the bus came quick quick down the street,
That I thought my bus driver wouldn't see me, but thankfully, she did not pass by me
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