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“Forced Busing”

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“Forced Busing”

The smoothness of a bus pole,

And I hang on, hang on.

The suspicion of a fellow traveler,

And I hang on, hang on.

The patience of a red light,

And I hang on, hang on.

The arrival at the depot,

And I get off, get off.

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