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> "Buses" by Ben
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Nov 05, 2016 10:12AM
How sick are men,
Driven by things that do not exist?
For if they were not sick
They would not drive around empty buses
At two thirty three in the morning.
Oh, how innocent are the buses!
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Nov 14, 2016 04:18PM
This is quite an interesting poem, really made me think. Very nice.
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Driven by things that do not exist?
For if they were not sick
They would not drive around empty buses
At two thirty three in the morning.
Oh, how innocent are the buses!