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I pray and pray, until I can pray no more.

It is time.

I put on my heavy jacket.



I catch the bus as arranged.

For once it is on time.

I find a seat on top at the back,

I glance nervously at my fellow passengers.

I sit ashen faced as my journey unfolds.



I look out the dirty window ,

and thoughts of my Mother come in to mind.

I glance at my watch, it is almost time.

My hands play with a button,

the moment arrives,

my heart stops,

time stops,

the bus stops,

I hate blind dates!