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Apr 2021
Hours into days
Scenery as we accelerate astray
Downtown along with towns
America’s bus
Leave the driving and don’t forget about us
The beauty of reclining and relaxing back
Communicating with all passengers in acquainting chat
That stretched out racing hound knows the way
But it is the skillful driver who does this every day
Routes recorded into miles
But this is surrounds the Greyhound bus style
The bus wheels turning in schedules precise
Noon Day into sunrise the next day with arrival nice
Covered state after state
I have seen America and that is no hesitate
Nothing but time
The getaway being genuine
The hound took me away
I have my Hotel when I arrive that I will stay
I am picturing Banjos, Trumpets and any other musical instrument that I can think of as I ride
It’s excitement in what America provides
The feeling of welcome
It’s the hound’s way in illustrating
Hound ward bound
The name says it all, the Greyhound blend
Travel until the end
preservationman
Written by
preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
60
   Leone Lamp
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