WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY OF SEVEN MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD WAS KEVIN WE DID EVERYTHING,I MEAN EVERYTHING,TOGETHER TOGETHER ALWAYS WHATEVER THE WEATHER CONKERS,PICNICS,COMICS,PIGGY-BACKING CYCLING,A TREE HOUSE IN THE SUMMER, PLANE-SPOTTING,MAKING PLANS HE WANTED TO GROW UP AND BE A BUS DRIVER AND DRIVE BUSES ALL OVER OUR TOWN BUT WHEN HE WAS AGED ELEVEN HOW WAS HE TO KNOW HE WAS GOING TO DROWN SKINNY DIPPING IN A FORBIDDEN LAKE I KEPT HIS FAVOURITE SHIRT AS A KEEPSAKE NOW I'M AN OLD MAN OF EIGHTY THREE THERE ISN'T MUCH LIFE LEFT IN POOR OLD ME A WORLD WAR,DIVORCE,REDUNDANCY,PRISON THAT WASN'T IN OUR PLANS WHEN WE WERE ELEVEN BUT WHEN I DIE,I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE,I'LL STILL RECOGNISE KEVIN IF THERE'S A BUS-STOP THERE,I'LL WAIT FOR EVER AND EVER JUST TO SEE MY BEST EVER MATE AND IF AN UNDERAGE BUS DRIVER TRUNDLES HIS BUS ACROSS THE TRACK HE PROBABLY WON'T RECOGNISE ME A DODDERY OLD MAN OF EIGHTY THREE BUT HE'LL KNOW ME WHEN I GIVE HIM HIS SHIRT BACKBirth sign: Capricorn
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