caroline-spooner

New Zealander Live in a small country, drive a bus in a nice little city, write poems when I have a few minutes at each terminus. See a lot going on as I drive around town in all weathers, seasons, times of day. I see a lot of life being lived. I read a lot too. Describing life in a poem is rewarding.

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