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The bus stop

The bus stop

I WAS AT THE BUS STOP THE OTHER DAY AND WHEN I TURNED AROUND THERE YOU LAY, ALONE WITH NO ONE TO PLAY . HOW DID YOU COME TO EXIST HERE WITHOUT ANY HELP, I'M BESIDE MYSELF. YOU STOOD PROUD AND STRONG ALONG THE SIDE OF THE CURB THIS WAS amazing JUST SUPERB. WITHOUT ANY WATER IN SIGHT YOU HELD ON TIGHT AND GREW ONLY BY SUNLIGHT. THIS BEAUTIFUL FLOWER THAT HAD NEVER COWARD STOOD TALL AND PROUD AND BY THE TIME THE BUS CAME GREW A CROWD.  YOUR ENVIRONMENT DUSTY AND DARK I JUST WANTED TO TRANSPLANT YOU INTO A BEAUTIFUL PARK BUT I LEFT YOU THERE SO OTHER PEOPLE COULD STARE. I HAVE TO GO NOW,  I CANT STAY MY BUS IS NEAR AND I MUST BE ON MY WAY,  BUT I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT SO CLEAR, EVEN THOUGH I GREW UP IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN JUST LIKE YOU I HELD ON STRONG AND NEVER WILTED BACK INTO THE GROUND, NOW ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN MY DAY is now winding down but I'll never forget the day our paths crossed you taught me so much just waiting for my bus, that even though life is rough never give up, stand tall and proud that way you'll always attract  a positive crowd.

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