Category: poetry
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This Is My Bus
The wheels roll The breaks squeek The door opens wide The same every week The seats bounce The tires spin Been here all day long Now the days coming to an end The kids yell out loud The windows down and up I am the driver This is my bus
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On My Skoolie
On the road again With my wheels on the road Going wherever I want to go All wheels rolling My skoolie I ride Looks so much better On the inside I remade the model Made it for me Ready to move And see all I can see Instead of seats There’s where I sleep My…
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Out The Bus Window
As I look out the bus window I see the leaves Blowing towards the sky Saying good morning With the orange Red And yellow Saying hello As I look out the bus window The sun smiles The clouds try to hold The brightness back But the daylight star Breaks free Welcoming me to The afternoon…
All About That Bus 