I get on bus 545,
Its 3:15, yah that’s the time,
Its the second stop my time to leave,
It’s a small walk home I get there with ease,
I arrive at my house a minute later,
To my needs I must cater,
I sit down and play with my dog,
Outside the streets filled with fog,
I then watch T.V for half an hour,
I have a drink it tastes rather sour,
I go outside and play for a while,
I come inside and see cold tiles,
Its time for homework, which is not fun, I know I really shouldn’t run, It’s time for dinner, an unlikely dish, Sadly something I don’t like fish,
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