The Buses

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There is a new bus stop,
at the top of the road.
It is on the end of the Estate,
it is for the bus to the city,
but will that make it look pretty?

We wait there for the bus,
into town or to the big city.
We wait in the shelter,
and in the bad weather, no one fusses!
The bus stop is made of strong plastics,
nothing is elastic!
It has seats,
where people meet.
The bus then stops,
on our Estate.
Better set the clock,
so you are not late!
In bad weather,
the buses put the heating on.
People wear gloves, hats and scarf.
But don’t laugh!
In the Spring and Summer,
the buses are every hour.
Better take the brolly,
in case we have a shower!

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