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WE ARE THE BOBBLEHEADS
We sleepy bus riders have such small desires:
a window seat, the hope of no unfortunate sounds.
We drowse upright,uptight,nod and bob next to strangers.
Here, friends would be beloved and so useful.
We'd lean on them, sleep and dream we're
cephalic toys for sale at Archie McPhee.
by Candace Jarrett
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