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May 16
Bus stop Bus Stop
Your whereabouts unknown
Every morning I look forward to
My time spent alone
I listen to my music
As loud as it can go
But where is the bus?
Nobody knows
I know the entire route
Potholes and all
When will it get here?
I can't stand being stalled
Written by
Sunny
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