A rabbid dog was chasing me down Taylor St at around 3pm that day. My plan was to run 'cross that graveled lot towards the passing traffic--thought, there, it might get caught up. Like in slow-motion, your bus doors opened as you braked real hard. I leaped into the white of your eyes and your lush beard caught me.
We headed westward, and the trip was bumpy but your driving was soft.
I got off at Hamlin, and now you know that's where I stay by.
If you're reading this, come find me.
All other drivers are never on-time.
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