Somber Day
We're here on the corner of Main and Nowhere,
Waiting for a bus, and sipping green tea,
The leaves are starting to turn,
Reflecting the mood,
Remember where we were?
Springs first blossum brought us smiles,
By summers end they had ran their course,
Teathered smiles our mile markers,
And 'memories arn't free'
Will you cross Main St. with me?
Our bus is running late, perhaps it past?
"I'm not sure, but I've got to get somewhere".
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