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.
white balloons : cpn ✔️
By teamill
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