My Bus Ride
When riding on a public bus, the clitter/clatter of wheels outside and the chit/chat inside bang together. I wonder at the noise. Do these scenes make me afraid or do they act as a buffer for what I'm really thinking? I carry no fancy phone, nor iPad to play and yet all around me these instruments are displayed.
These is a difference when riding a public bus, I see, out a window what attracts me. So bus taking is a must for sure. For I am most happy with all I endure.
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