The Haunted Bus - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
He dreamt he was on a bus, dreaming.
He awoke with a jolt
and looked about at his fellow passengers.
One wore a grin that filled her face.
One grimmaced at him.
One looked puzzled.
One guffawed unceasingly.
One looked clinically depressed.
One looked like those ubiquitous happy faces.
He had boarded a busload of emoticons.
The next day he deleted his screen name
and resigned from the chatroom.
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