AWAY
On the bus away from Oldham, the place we
call shithole,
going to Uppermill to see some sites.
Got
my camera to act like a tourist.
Lots of history and things if you know where to look.
My mate never turned up so I went myself.
Enough
strenuous activity to keep me busy on a hungover Sunday.
Saturday’s Ilkley writing festival was good, the evening beer even
better.
I look at all the posh houses and think, what could have been, with
their big cars and mortgages.
The
bus travels on taking me to where?
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