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#busstoppoet
at my stop, but very few getting on, even fewer getting off, all on account nobody feels like going anyplace anyway I don’t mind, like stretching out, and the big picture sized windows mine, now all to myself, got fantastic view of empty streets the bus drivers don’t kick me off at the last stop anymore, happy for the company, even though the drivers are the sorriest sad sacks, crying quietly under the masks that don’t hide all that much
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Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
That bus still stops