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Dec 2021
There once was a bus
A question came, and what is all the fuss?
It was bus passion coming alive
The purpose in making sure buses survive
The idea was preservation
Buses were travelling up and down the road
Suddenly there was a behold
Buses became more in talk
Bus Enthusiast had to stalk
Bus creation became presentation
Bus hearts was the representation
Buses are now alive and well
You see my β€œDO TELL”
When you see a bus pass by, just wave
Buses have been awakened to the sunrise, and have an ongoing sunset
The vintage bus just got noticed
Bus passion made that obvious
Your bus has rolled out
It is somewhere moving about
Take time to Marvel any bus, and check it out.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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