a bus to work.

This bus is a strange place in the mornings so quiet the afternoons to noisy. people reading newspapers others listening to music possibly thinking about there day. the funniest ones are asleep completely oblivious to those around them, sweet dreams. the morning today is sunny no coat today just me my bag and my money. now the weather is here the pikeys are back my ancestors who everyone fears time to move on when we have come so near. broken down bikes and garden plots kick out the bad and stop the rot. tea time will not last long think about one last song sing it with me sing it with me..