Bus Stop Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Bus Stop
groaned up the hill....tight curve.....one lane.....
could've walked...run down the trail....would've been there before the bus....
wouldn't have heard Phil say goodbye to his spotted pup, 'See ya later, Mozzzart......'.
that's right, 'Mose-art'........named, I suppose....since I never asked.... for that very same alabaster Amadeus sitting in my piano next to the three Bees....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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