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I love this.
On a Bus Adventure
I had a friend once.
He opened my eyes to a world I'd never seen
or felt or experienced before.
To a world of words that were saved
for rainy days and sunny days-
Words that could change the moment you were in
and create an entirely different moment in an instant.
He showed me that for every season
there is a poem-
That for every memory there are lines
that can be recited from memory which
solidify and enhance that memory.
He showed me that if you didn't know the way back home,
there was a poem that could take you there.
I remember one day on a bus adventure,
he recited poetry the whole way to and the whole way from.
And those poems stuck with me.
So did his world.
Goodnight, dear void.
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