Crouched
in the shelter
as the bus passed by,
he missed his ride;
should have stepped out,
been more visible,
waved it down
but he missed his ride.
THE BUS
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Crouched
in the shelter
as the bus passed by,
he missed his ride;
should have stepped out,
been more visible,
waved it down
but he missed his ride.