Silver Lining
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When I find a seat in the bus
thoughts throng me words rush
when I stand in the jostle I regret
how rhymes are frittered go a-waste!
But in standing there's a silver lining
I care to see the visages around me
darkly grim or happily shining
the many faces of moving poetry!
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