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May 2016
On the  bus, on the bus, we have places to go, things to do, on the bus on the bus lets go.
We shove each other  on in to and fro impatient still without coffee.
We do many things on the bus.
We sleep; some snore, some don't.
We look at each other waiting for someone to dare try talking to them.
We say hello rarely, it sets suspicions lower.
Some read, most don't.
Some do their makeup. Really only one.
Some forget to change for work, the rest don't.
We have small talk that leads into mumbling, then falls into sleep.
45 minutes later we arrive at our location and one by one we get off the bus.
Tired, hungry, needing coffee, we do the whole thing over the next day.  
Off the bus, off the bus, we have places to go, things to do, off the bus off the bus lets go.
It's a poem
Thomas
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Thomas  22/Canada
(22/Canada)   
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