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Three buses


  • Three buses.

    Three buses came alongI’d waited at the bus stop for quite a whileThen three came alongNot two, nor one!I couldn’t help but smile.Firstly this morning I burnt my toastThen the dishwasher stopped mid-cycleIf that wasn’t the mostMy car hit a postThis really is taking the Michael.

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First and foremost a father to a daughter and a son, both, who I love more than dare say. Next a searcher, a gamer, a would-be novelist, a supporter, who loves socialising, the outdoors, and those moments when eternity touches the soul.