An old valiant packed past capacity
drives past hooting
to get children, dogs and goats
out of the dust road
with its stereo tape-deck
turned to full volume blasting
out a penny whistle tune
and while going round a corner
it only just misses
an orange bright star bus
with fluttering balloons
from which the bride and groom
hang out through windows
waving at pedestrians.
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