(January 30, 1935 – September 14, 1984 / Tacoma, Washington)

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30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love

Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was
alone.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003


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