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Sonnet II - The Anticipation
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By Jonathan Abraham.
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I still can hardly wait,
I'm feeling so excited.
When Alun threw the bait,
Of course we'll come, delighted!
We gather in the morn,
Our bus is stood there purring.
When dear George toots his horn,
The gentlemen start stirring.
The tension starts to grow,
At last the bus is moving.
Its off to Bath we go,
High drama this is proving.
When there some hours we'll stay,
Another wonderful day.
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