Phones were scanned and quarters clinked
Cards were swiped as signals blinked
Wipers swished, horns beeped
Buses rolled, traffic creeped
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The wheels on the bus go round and round...re-envisioned by a poet. Nice rhythm.
Cards were swiped as signals blinked and all through the town moving round and round we perceive wonderful technological lifestyle these days....10