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Ode to my school bus


Oh I do not know if I love or hate to see you every morning

You push me with you square wheels yet,

You ride sweet like a melody

You lull me to sleep with your humming yet,

You are so loud my ears bleed

You comfort me like a mother yet,

You shove me like a brother

You set me to bed yet,

You abruptly end my dreams

You shine you light to let me see yet,

You shine them so bright I believe I have gone blind

You say not to talk yet,

You sit me next to a friend

You are large yet,

You are to small

You say you are free yet,

You cost me sleep

You have new seats yet,

You do not let me feel that they are so

You watch me at all times like I am special yet,

You only care if I am bad for you

You carry me as if I was worthy yet,

You only carry me because I was headed the same way

Oh I do not know if I love or hate to see you every morning

 

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