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Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral
She stands at the kerbside
It's what she does best
Stopping the traffic
In her high vis vest
She scans all around
Through silted eyes
Never once blinking
Sight set on the prize
A battle of wills
Is the name of the game
Everyday is different
Yet always the same
She rocks too and fro
On the balls of her feet
Sideways glances
Up and do...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:53 pm
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