The seat is cold beneath my thighs
I wonder why its taking so long
Its days like these i want to die
Days like these i wonder if i'm wrong
The bus is not forthcoming
I'm sitting her freezing my but off
The wind around me is gently humming
Giving me time to think i'm better off.
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ur poetry is really good sheri.. but i'm confused about the blue words :P
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