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Aug 2017
Bus driver let me off 90p today
He felt like a benevolent god
I counted thirteen individuals on the top deck - seven visible phones
Five women
Six men
Two point four children

The lady in the blue jeans
Sat in the beer garden felt me watching
She flicked her hair to that
I can feel you watching angle

At the roundabout the blond in the ford
Looks nervous
Dark street lane
Is double named

That was bang out of order
She's still running
Wonders what the acceptable term is for boss eyed
Crossing the chalk stream
Hand car wash
Past the cycling lycra carrying baked goods

Cheers then driver
Joe
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Joe
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