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J.R.V.A. · 09-24-2003, 08:00 PM

Screeching to a stop I slide into a heavy bus
The bus is us as we become the turning of the wheels
Rolling down the hill I find a shiny new wooden nickle
And trade it to a man for an old worn out dingy dime
Climbing up the ladder of the rungs of destiny
Watching as the rope is long as far a I can see
I stall a while to get a glimpse of something that is nice
Then one by one I step ahead and enjoy my lifes climb

09-24-2003, 08:00 PM	#189 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	Screeching to a stop I slide into a heavy bus The bus is us as we become the turning of the wheels Rolling down the hill I find a shiny new wooden nickle And trade it to a man for an old worn out dingy dime Climbing up the ladder of the rungs of destiny Watching as the rope is long as far a I can see I stall a while to get a glimpse of something that is nice Then one by one I step ahead and enjoy my lifes climb __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart Last edited by J.R.V.A.; 09-24-2003 at 08:03 PM..