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The Number 1 Bus by Rona Griffiths


She talks to me in soothing tones
Her voice is local, calm, precise
A dulcet drone

“Fighting Cocks, Dudley Rowud”
You won’t mistake your stop
“Beacon Centre, Wolverhampton Rowud”
Frantic supply teacher, 7 45,
She makes sure 
I don’t overshoot
Bishop Milner

Sure I could look her up, find out her name
But I prefer that faceless mystery friend
I love her best, when school is over
When she tells it all again
In reverse

“Snow Hill , Temple Street”
No more  Dudley Rowud


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