I love this bus

“I love this bus

That I call my home

I dig this coach

That allows me to roam

My little space

That can take me any place

My sanctuary

No matter where I be

And when I know she’s ready to go

And a time to travel’s dawning

Reaching, to start her heart

She turns, she breathes, she fires, she vibrates gently

We move into the morning

Wondering whence we do depart

Knowing that there’s nothing wrong with where I am

Some folk simply do not understand.

A Traveller

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