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    Buses

     Why do buses run in packs 
    Like feral creatures 
    Such as rats
    No matter how fast I run to catch it 
    I never ever seem to snatch it
    So now I have to wait 
    Making me exceedingly irate and late
    Perhaps buses run in bunches 
    So that the drivers can meet for lunches
    Or maybe traveling in twos or threes 
    Puts the drivers more at ease
    Whatever the reason
    It gives me a pain 
    So now I travel by subway train.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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