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photo
by Carl Mydans ©
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looking
out my window
I
see you standing
at
the bus stop
a
world going by
one
car at a time
they
do not want to know
why,
every step
we
take is
a
journey too
or
whether
we
walk with
our
eyes as noses
or
we press the wind
as
if it were glass
and
we were inside
they
seem not to care
why
time takes us
past
the present
to
a future
never
meant
to
be just a ride
EJR
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