The bus moves with a constant pace,
With the occasional slow down,
Stop.
Passengers on,
Passengers off.
Traffic lights red,
Orange,
Green, go.
Arrival at the city,
And to the stop near the centre,
People nuzzling everywhere.
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General Fiction" I'm guilty of you passing away, I was the course wasn't I? But what is my fate? If I'm not the culprit, Who is? Death was only doing his job.." But does he know, a change of fate is coming his way.. In the most unexpected manner. PLEASE NOTE first...
