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A ballad, after the form of Coleridge Part the First A traveller waits beside the ramp, And stops a passer-by. “You, sir, with the briefcase and the phone – Why won’t you meet my eye? You’d stop for a man who’d missed his train, Or one who’d lost his way; Why not for me, who’s…
There’s a coach service that stops in Wetherby, my home town, once a day in each direction, to Newcastle upon Tyne via Durham and southbound to Nottingham via Leeds and Sheffield. I thought I’d try it out, because National Express now claim that “virtually all of our fleet now has a passenger lift at the…