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Alf... Well, it'll prolly never replace "Waltzing Matilda..." <grinning, ducking & running> Barb (just teasing) Mallut [log in to unmask] -----Original Message----- From: Alf Cousins <[log in to unmask]> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> Date: Thursday, July 27, 2000 1:56 AM Subject: Participatory Poem >Hi Guys, >You seem to enjoy a bit of poetry. Here's something I enjoyed putting >together. I invite you to add your own verses to it. I bet you all have at >least one verse in you, so go on, let's give Bill Shakespeare a run for his >money. >Alf >Adelaide >50,<1,48 > >From Sydney's wide beaches >To Alaska's far reaches >And the snow covered hills of Tibet >Determined , achieving >The strained muscles heaving, >He'll be a Parky, you bet. > >In halls of great learning >Where students are yearning >The meaning of life for to know >Amidst all the chalking >And intellect talking >The Parky, is welcome to go. > >When others give way >And moods turn to grey >When everything's harder and yet >He keeps smiling through >Encouraging you >He is a Parky, you bet. > >At home on the hill >When the evening grows still >And the glittering stars start to shine >Giving thanks for the kin >Safely tucked up within >This Parky is doing just fine.