The languages on the bus
go round and round
every seat taken up
by a different dialect
and the standing crowded in
holding onto their accents
how could we have come
to so many kinds of saying
the same things over and over
except maybe we didn't
really want to understand
one another we didn't
really want to listen
or mean it really
when we said I love
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