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Jul 2016
Even though the hound is a dog
Every day across the country, the Greyhound bus knows how to cut through the fog
The Greyhound bus covering the entire United States map
I am dreaming traveling on Greyhound during my nap
It’s cities into towns
Destination ready anywhere bound
The hum of the Greyhound bus engine being the sound
Well, lean back and enjoy the ride
Watch as the oceans hit the shore tides
The Moving Picture Theater being our stride
A wave from a farmer as we pass
Highway to country road and a Greyhound bus stop that came fast
The Mountains that are standing tall
Echoes of travel in all
We are in the middle of nowhere and don’t need to stall
Storm and rain hits the bus windows
Yet the Greyhound bus pushes on regardless of how long
A friendly handshake from a fellow town citizen
It is all in good reason
A Greyhound bus thought to think about, “Stick with us, and you too will have no fuss”
No new kid on the road
That Greyhound bus stretch
The headlights of behold
We are king of the road, but that is what we are told
So that hound bus continues to get around
The Hound having a reason
It doesn’t matter in what season
The fact is, an Icon having the right given name
No need to tame
The Greyhound bus being the world’s aim
Across the country and back
It’s pretty hard to keep track
But all in all, what do you think of that?
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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