BOLTON - 2
Big yellow bus, I know you wont be long
Over nine metres, unless I am wrong
Left hand stretched out, it feels grand to hop on
Twists and then turns, towards my home beyond
Old places, old faces, tea nice and strong
Now this is my stop, it's where I belong
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