SITTING HERE WAITING ON THE BUS,
CARS PASSING BY LEAVING DUST.
WIND BLOWING, SUN BLAZING
LOOK DOWN THE STREET AND IT LOOKS AMAZING
AS THE HEAT CONTINUES TO RISE
YOU SEE THE BUS COMING
WHAT A SURPRISE
GET ON THE BUS, PAY THE FARE
THANK GOD YOU CAN GET SOME AIR
JOSE' A. TAYLOR
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