Saturday, 6 October 2012

Golden Virginia or Old Holborn

Roll up

not a smoke not a puff.
a bus ticket to Memory Lane,
as a small boy riding on top deck
of the red root master bus, the conductor
when dad pay would reel off a extra extra long ticket
just for me to play with, why this memory today well
my poetic rants seem to stimulate  a wellbeing
confidence, as I typed that, I felt the two fingers rise, 
I'm taking daily notes on a tillrole 
to keep them in order, and to be a little eccentric ,
this is never going to evolve into a rant is it ?

Maybe next time ? a


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