Thursday, August 2, 2012

Four Wheels

Can’t I get what’s a bus with great seats?
Four wheels to go to mountains that chill.
There’ll be cotton buttons on cushion.
A driver who’ll take us over there …

Where pineapples rule each field of land;
Where sunflowers greet every tourist.
Band of brand is fond with the grand sun
From where tourists meet the great summit.

If I could stay there to hear the near,
I won’t get away on way each day.

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