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The bus is running late tonight, I eagerly tap my foot and check my watch, tapping its lens to make sure that the arms are still ticking, roaming. Lights flash bright down the street and a smile leaps to my lips. The lights hold steadfast, coming coming! I wave my hand and grab my bag! It’s here it’s here! I run to meet it going going, Where are the lights going? Sped by in a flash And then past, gone. Throwing my hands in the air, Exasperated and pacing Ranting and raving I walk back and forth, I cursing my luck and the luck of ones like I stuck at this empty bus stop having light tricks flashed in their eyes.
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Bus Stop
The bus is running late tonight, I eagerly tap my foot and check my watch, tapping its lens to make sure that the arms are still ticking, roaming. Lights flash bright down the street and a smile leaps to my lips. The lights hold steadfast, coming coming! I wave my hand and grab my bag! It’s here it’s here! I run to meet it going going, Where are the lights going? Sped by in a flash And then past, gone. Throwing my hands in the air, Exasperated and pacing Ranting and raving I walk back and forth, I cursing my luck and the luck of ones like I stuck at this empty bus stop having light tricks flashed in their eyes.
nasa-nick
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28/M/Tx
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
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