The bustling city, the noise and the rush
Driving round London in my red bus
The passengers jumping off and on
Show me their tickets and move along
Some of the regulars know my name
As my route through the day is always the same
From Croydon to Trafalgar Square
Stop a while when I get there
Big Ben strikes, now turn around
Time to head back to familiar ground
Two more runs then my day is done
And I can look forward to going home
Early next morning I'm ready once more
Uniform on, I head out of the door
Off to the depot, a new day begins
Here I come passengers - ding a ling ling !
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Little Black Book
PART I She was old, very old, at least her body was. There was no denying that. The mirror confirmed it when she occasionally caught a glimpse of herself in it. She didn't mind. Getting older meant that she was still here in life. The consequences of it though could be a burden. The pains in her joints, eyesight failing, movements getting slower. She still had the use of her legs, albeit for short distances only. She was grateful that she could still get to the shops every couple of days and stand long enough to prepare and cook herself an evening meal. Incredibly and most importantly, her mind was still as sharp as ever. She believed that to be a small miracle.
By Elaine Beaudro5 years ago in Families
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