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Yellow by Rebekah Danielson
Coming home, or going there Every stop and bump Cards go flying everywhere When you’re on the bus
The sounds of laughter echo through Your favorite treats go crunch Each row goes by two by two When you’re on the bus
Our eyes adjust from day to night As the sunset fades Phones and screens, blinding light When you’re on the bus
Laying down on the floor Or snuggled with a friend Truly always we beg for more When we’re on the bus. |