Naked branches bending back and forth
By winter's wicked wind blowing from the north
Ah, man shivers standing still for the bus at dawn,
Delayed downtown from frozen frantic traffic.
Ah, man sees six short men non-ecstatic,
One lis numb, two chew gum, two now hum
While one doth yawn
Certain a wrong and empty bus will come along.
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