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My thoughts on the bus
Are interrupted by
The incessant laughing
Screaming and hoohaa-ing
Of school people
Prima Donna&rsquo..
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Sometimes I feel the hand of life’s pressures
Pushing me ever deeper into the gorged mouth
Of the hungry world
I splash and struggl..
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As I walked across the field,
The grass covered with virgin snow
And as the wind blew, taking along
The fine top layer of icy dust
Car..
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