You are viewing a single comment's thread from:RE: The last bus of the dayView the full contextthomasrobertgent (62)in #unintendedpoetry • 7 years ago I wonder/ponder the same sorts of things when I’m out an about. A lovely piece of (unintended) poetry 😁
Sometimes I also wonder if all these people are annoyed that I am staring at them so much. But especially in the night everybody is so pure or something