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Nov 2022
It was an Arizona Sunrise
A new day to recognize
It was a Greyhound bus pulling into a Terminal bus stop
Passengers felt alerted and confused
Suddenly winds began to blow
Tumbleweed surfacing in moving and it they weren’t slow
Shutters were hitting what looked like deserted homes
It was a town that was all alone
The Arizona winds blew hard and strong
Passengers on the Greyhound bus felt the bus should move along
A new passenger stepped aboard
He had a Spanish accent
The Mighty winds continued to blow
The Greyhound bus finally pulled out
Destination being Los Angeles
A Ghost town that will always be remembered
Thoughts even through slumbered
Winds surrounding a Greyhound bus stop being an Old Rusted once Gas Station
There’s your presentation
The wind that caught everyone’s attention
Journey wind unknown
Mystery full blown
Ghost town from when
The story that comes to an end.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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