GREYHOUND BUS

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COUNTRY POEMS



   Yes, on this bus Greyhound is where I can be found.

      Bound.

     I don't want to make a fuss.

    The city and the highway during the day.

   At night, the lights of the city, are brights.  The cars.

  I am, from home, so far.    I am alone.  I am not alone.

          All these other people to meet, greet, neat.

                     It's great.

                  I'm at my seat.  It's really neat.

                 This seat of mine does recline.

                    I look at the view.

  I look at a book.  You know, I watch a video or a DVD, see.

                        There's so much to do.

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