Wet red Bus Stops scurry past
Do you like the coldness of your fingers?
Peep-toes on a day like this, you have the
hots for adventure, standing here like that
in your happy-yellow Coat.
Wet red Bus Stops disappear, did they
tell you Bus Stops could be home?
Did they leave you behind, have you
been here before?
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