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Jan 2015
As I sit and write,
I glance down the aisle,
all my friends,
from the best to the vile,
we all relax in our seats,
awaiting for our arrival,
all chattering to each other,
even if their a rival,
see, it’s not the destination that matters,
I don’t even know where we’re going,
it’s about spending time together,
and there’s something worth knowing,

that we’re taking a bus ride,
and it’s by the journey that we’re defined
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