The Relaying Of Minor Anecdotes

She was dancing round in her bra and knickers, on the top deck of the school bus

Twenty years later I saw her on the news
Taking part in a debate about self help books,
A discussion I ignored as I ate my breakfast

She was grown-up, fully-dressed and self-helped
But not so famous that anyone cared about my story

And really it was no story at all

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