Monday, May 19, 2008

The Old Shearer Comments

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Each morning between nine and eleven at the table by the kiosk by the lake
He sits alone reading the morning paper whilst drinking his coffee and eating his cake
The old bloke from the snowy river country he was a shearer many years ago
His hair is gray he has seen many Seasons and much of life and living he does know.
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