Bussing Poems - Poems about Bussing

...Smoking cigarettes while remaining patiently waiting For the next bussing southbound to my local neighbouring. Sun is setting while many warm colours in the sky are blending.......

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...Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once again bussed elsewhere without a single......

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...I didn’t go to work today. Didn’t stagger to the shower, grab my latte gotten cold, Didn't forget to grab my mind lying there from yesterday. Didn't run to catch and nearly mi......

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...The petal opens with a smile filling the room with its succulent fragrance and absorbing the radiant light with the stillness of the night and the shadows running down the wall really make you look s......

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...The afterlife station of poets in curfew time, giving riches to ponder and to refrain. Owls keep writing down all in posy found, while stories of spirits rise from the ground. Butterflies and Bee......

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...I see you got expensive shoes, But you couldn't pay someone to screw you. You walk around all day thinking you're hot as fondu. Yeah, you got cheese, And you think that makes you an OG. Well, le......

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...‘Out’-discipline! “Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.” “Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.” Unfortunately, these would only be a few of th......

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...What evidence do we have that businesses receive financial as well as other nutritionally healthy benefits, by co-investing cooperatively within health-developing community cultures? What are fi......

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...SENDAI PEOPLE Inside the school gym, people huddled in blankets: In a corner were two women, three boys - one wearing a green belt And judo pants - two old men, and a dog. All ta......

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...He has purified my soul, Releasing me into the light, Saving me from myself destruction, I now soar without fear in the night, I sing with the mocking bird, I can hear the bees bussing in the ......

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...I love to read Charles Bukowski My Brother, Bill could have written like him Sitting at a rust-leg old table in that fractured rectangle above a liquor store ......

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...When the sun shines in the sky and no clouds can be seen A walk along the river bank is like a lovely dream Down from the bridge the narrow stony path winds Grassy banks on either side in which wh......

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