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Two Buses


There I sat out at the station longed for love in life's vacation I knew not what I was waiting for just that it comes in two or more A tasseled trip of tales and ecstasy Or a brand new face to sit next to me It's hard to tell just what you need when love is lost and lust is free I've seen people go so far away I've seen people come who would not stay I've seen drifters go to every scene I've seen partners but not a team The one to take is not always what is there But only one in which you truly care Two buses arrive like I knew they would But I sat waiting because I knew I could
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jeff909
some spontaneous writing

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