Queuing At A Primitive Bus Stop (Englyn Proest Gadwynog) Poem by Gert Strydom
Queuing At A Primitive Bus Stop (Englyn Proest Gadwynog)
Then there was some fear in us
and in them we had no trust
while they caught the old big bus
with its grease dripping like puss.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
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