Cream and green, mildew on frosted window
fifties vintage, thirty two seater, bus.
Charabanc rang sang to the valley below
Kids, bumped jumped ,jalopy to school door.
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Crushed, fussed, future Scargill soldiers
smoking shared woodbines, showing off to daughters
of miners, giggling, wishing they were older.
Us up in front, sheep to the slaughter.
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Four years to grow, front to the back of bus
Form three kisses, first success, first failure, first crush
For one hundred pounds, the Who’s Magic Bus
Four O’levels, four too little, for cash.
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Us of the bus, gone, neglected, crusted
Cream green, dreams seem, to be rusted, busted
