Coaches of bright blue, red & green:
Symbols of adventure, freedom;
Safe, comfy capsules on wheels;
Following the path of the sun;
From slow moving, sleepy villages,
And spluttering, chimney choked towns,
Into the big wide world beyond average
Backyards & backwater sights & sounds;
Golden days of radiant movement,
Glimpsing wonders - such magic moments!
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