Bus on time -
right on the line.
Climb aboard,
faith is restored.
Long dark hair:
hard not to stare.
Glasses gleam;
smiling, it seems.
Fare given,
now I'm driven.
Sat up front,
we start to shunt.
Mirrored smile,
she steers a while.
At the stop,
time to be dropped.
The doors part,
so does my heart.
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