(Seen at the Greyhound station on Congress Street)
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4 comments:
Someone got very poetic with that sign -- kudos to them! And thanks for sharing.
Thanks for reading, Beth! I wish more signs around town looked like that!
I enjoy this sign as well, it is oddly poetic. I imagine an aspiring writer working at Greyound, trying to express his or herself through their sign-updating duties.
Had to think long and hard if these were the lyrics to the song "Autumn Leaves." Kinda...but more bus-oriented!
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