The Wheels on the Bus

Night beckoned; the bat’s dawn.
The moon’s out; the sun’s gone.
Life retreats; life begins.
Hidden virtues; hidden sins.

Then the wheels on the bus bursts into my head like a mad man opening fire at school children for no reason other than that he’s opening fire at school children for no reason.

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