I sit on the waiting seat on the station,

Not alone,

Many friends are waiting as well,

We share the same destination.

Not long after, the train arrives.

I look at my ticket,

"Ah, not my train", I say.

Some friends board,

They wave their hands,

We exchange smiles,

I'm left with the unfinished puzzle in my hand.

Not long after, another train arrives.

I l...

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Alf Smith was his name, though, we should remember him

As more than the labourer on a small Welsh farm

Who milked the cows and tended every farmer whim;

Twice daily fitting clusters onto teats and pouring milk to churns,

Taken for collection to stand beside the lane between the ferns.

Twice daily, too, he cleaned the shed with hose and broom

And waited to hear what chores would f...

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