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The Last Bus
It’s the end of the day
And It’s time to take the last bus home
I’ve travelled this road for many years
And when it comes to my final stop
I doubt if I’ll shed any tears
I’ll press the bell and slip through the doors
I won’t travel on that bus any more.
At the end of the day
Nothing lasts forever
Every winter gives way to spring
And it’s time to hop off the bus a...
Tuesday 12th April 2022 11:12 pm
Camper Van
Another busy day, another busy week
There must be more to life than working week to week.
I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain
Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain
Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak
And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...
Sunday 11th November 2012 10:43 am
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