The bus trundles overthe gravel path A glimpse of the funnies and a stifled laugh Here a tree,there a bush Taking me nearer to my place of work Seven hours latewr,the same trip in reverse Tomorrow the same.much much worse
Reason for writing:
I bus to work,because my car is getting a routine check-up from the man at the poorly car hospital.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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