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The Buskers Dilemma

Their pitch was in the perfect location

Their routine rehearsed to perfection

and for once – the sun was shining

No problem with people passing by,

or pigeons up in the blue sky

they had a crowd, who cheered laughed and cried

They sung out most of the afternoon

till the dawn of the appearing evening moon

their caps and cups full, with notes and coins

and rendezvoused back in a caff to rejoin

But after their breakfast and coffee and tea

they soon departed from their moment of glee

for after their repast, after singing their tome

they just had enough for the bus fare home

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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