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More in The Art of Silence driving past kids at the stopOn the corner by the red townhouses
the children wait each morning for their bus amongst an orgy of pushes, shoves and prattle It all stops when the bus rises over the hill on Riverside Street and slows down for them The adjust their hats, their jackets, their slacks and stand in a carefully mandated pecking-order until, one at a time, they board and sit the orgy, continues, I expect only moments later but I am grateful I don't know. |
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