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Emotional On Bus 34.

  Lowered eyes glanced through grimy windows smeared rain spots across the filthy panes of Bus34. Memories sneaked the corners of my mind and rolled hotly down my cheeks. Casting eyes upwards to grey smudgy skies, head resting at a tired angle I looked for you…...

“Manchester”

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer. Manchester – 22 May 2017 Dark these recent stormy skies...