Hello, human diary. It is I again, Mitt, your better. I did not think it possible, but I am going to truly miss my bus. This trip has been a true adventure, full of wonderful experiences. I rode on a bus. I visited the press bus. I ordered a sandwich using technology. Traveling these states has made me feel like a diesel-era Davy Crockett, traversing the wild American frontier and regaling the common folk with implausible tales about myself.
I have penned a short poem to commemorate my adventure, Mr. Diary.
An Ode to My Bus
Though many think me made of wood
I must confess this bus is good.
On this bus I can have some fun
While reporters ride a second one.
We started from a farm so green;
I ordered lunch from a touch screen;
I left the press a note quite mean;
My favorite hammer is ball peen.
I cannot recall a trip much fairer
And am happy there was no bus error.
That is all for now, Mr. Diary. I must now begin transitioning to life back in the stationary world. I expect it will be difficult.
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