Saturday, January 10, 2009
This Bus
This bus smells like death
This bus smells like urine
This bus smells like humiliation
This bus makes a big black cloud
This bus feeds my children
This bus wakes the baby
This bus has bullet holes
This bus is warm and dry
This bus knows no color
This bus could care less
This bus will take you away
This bus is full of sickness
This bus has heard many stories
This bus will take me home
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