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As The Dusty School Bus Passed Me By
I was eight...
always late,
as the dusty school bus
passed me by.
she was one;
I couldn't let her cry
as she waited for our
mom.
I moved her crib
into my room...
to comfort her
should she awake
He was seven
and asked if I knew how
to clean his dirty clothes
I filled a sink,
scrubbed his jeans
and washed the dirt away
They told me they were hungry;
I made sure
that they were fed
I was eight,
always late...
as the dusty school bus
passed me by.
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