Nawal K. The Old Lady at the Bus StopEveryday I used to see her at seven thirty in the morning Everyday she had the same blue dress worn on her short plump body Everyday she used to point her cane with her pale wrinkly hand And ask people, "Do you like blue?" Everyday her gray hair would be tied into a bun Everyday she would yell at anyone who drove fast She was a pesky old lady. Everyday she would hit people with her cane if they bumped into her by accident She was an aggressive old lady. Everyday when the bus was late, she would kick the bus sign She was as cranky as a hungry dog. Everyday she snatched a drink out of someone' s hand She was a greedy old lady. And to top it all off, Everyday she would miss her bus
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