Because you remember the last time the pigeon drove the bus: the wailing, the wreckage, twisted metal embedded in soft flesh, the smell of burning fuel, tears that pool on city streets.
We were so young, so naive, so trusting, once.
15 March 2009
Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! — Mo Willems
Because you remember the last time the pigeon drove the bus: the wailing, the wreckage, twisted metal embedded in soft flesh, the smell of burning fuel, tears that pool on city streets.
We were so young, so naive, so trusting, once.
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