My bell is my melody
as I glide though my city
a cultural legacy
carved into her memory.
Ding Ding Ding, I echo
my driver stands and bellows
‘watch your step, my dear fellow”
as people look up, ‘hello’
I meander through buildings
stopping when the people sing
tinned sardines, more are boarding
my green poles they try to cling.
Taking them from home to work
the managers and their clerk
from Collins to Little Bourke
every 10, just like clockwork.
Charlie Ann Alford 
well said and great words…
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thank you 🙂
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