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Jimmy, do you remember me?
Do you remember me Jimmy from all those years ago?
I was the young guy and you the old hand
Do you remember when you said;
‘This job will do me until I retire?’
You were a bus driver and I was your conductor
And even you’d be impressed with what I do today
and how far I’ve travelled from those distant days on the road.
The thing is I thought of you the other day
For the fir...
Friday 7th March 2014 5:25 am
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