Don Stratford Biography

How can you say you love me?
How can you say you care?
When you never, never show me
That you are prepared to share
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There seems a never ending line
Of verse and rhyming words
From the poets at Poemhunter
They come galloping in herds
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The cursin’ and the swearin’ could be heard for miles around
As the bush mechanic worked and toiled with great gusto and great sound
There were problems with the thing-a-majig and the whatsit gismo failed
And he couldn’t fix the flamin’ thing no matter how he wailed
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The rose is a flower to delight and behold
From its scent to its touch it is natures pure gold
With colours and perfumes for all that they’re worth
To be cherished and nurtured right from their birth
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From the highest of North’s to the depth’s of the South
From the width’s of the East to breadth of the West
My arms wrapped around you to comfort and console
From this day forward to have and to hold
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