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I watched them climb on the bus



Him very tall and very spare



But you could see by his eyes



He wasnt really there.



Very smartly dressed 



In summer jacket and slacks



His feel encased in shoes



Parade square shining black.



His wife I think it was 



Very cool and calm



Guided him to his seat



By holding him by the arm.



When they got off the bus



i watched them down the street



He a little shaky



She precise and neat



I had seen the love in her eyes



As she martialled him with such care



The faithful loving partner and



Her man who wasn’t really there.




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