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I am a bus

By

RACHEL LIVINGSTON,

aged 10 I am a bus, You ride in me, Everyday I drive to town, Right up a hill and then right down, People chatting as I go, I wonder what ! they’d think, If I went slow. I am a bus, It is a pain, Especially when it starts to rain, I skid around and go over bumps, It’s just like riding on *

camels humps, So if you decide to ride on a bus, You can ride on me if you don’t make a fuss.

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Bibliographic details

Press, 15 April 1986, Page 18

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92

I am a bus Press, 15 April 1986, Page 18

I am a bus Press, 15 April 1986, Page 18