Basking the busk.
As the sun beats down
On a usual dull town.
The locals beigin to smile.
laughter and love fills the air
as it hasn’t done for a while.
Dogs are barking and children play.
Nothing will ruin this sunny, warm day.
Sunbathing for hours to get a tan,
while basking in the sound of the towns busking man.
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A passing lyric (
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Comments1
There are so many good musicians busking in the towns.
There are! I thought they deserved a thought 😊
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