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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 6 - Flash Phil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still I've the picture of him - Flash Phil Galloway;<br>In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;<br>Spanking ponies dashing by,<br>Running tandem, stepping high;<br>Silver-plated harness where the sunlight glowed.<br>Everybody waved to him - Kind Phil Galloway <br>Bright eye, curling hair, big blond moustache.<br>No man, in those feckless days,<br>Thought to curb his reckless ways:<br>'Right man for the district, sir; tho' just a trifle rash.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash Phil Galloway owned a station property<br>Left him by his father, back in sixty-nine;<br>Owned a stretch of sheepland, too,<br>Left him by his Uncle Lou;<br>Owned his mother's big estate along the Ballantyne <br>Three tidy fortunes: and Phil upon a race day<br>Standing for a luncheon - frills and fancy grub.<br>'Champagne and caviar,<br>Every toff a big cigar,<br>All the tucker packed in ice! Oysters in a tub!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash Phil Galloway, loaded down with mortgages,<br>Deep in mining ventures 'to make another rise.'<br>Debonair and reckless still<br>Generous - the same old Phil,<br>While kindly bankers were ready with supplies.<br>Bluff Phil Galloway chatting with the manager:<br>'Where do I sign this one? Read it? Haw, what rot!'<br>The banker, as he folds the deed:<br>'And how much, this time, will you need?'<br>Laughs Flash Phil Galloway, 'Gad! How much have you got?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Phil Galloway, grey haired and garrulous,<br>Stopping old acquaintances along the city ways,<br>Hanging round the leading pub<br>Lounging by the Squatters' Club <br>Half-crowns changing hands 'for sake of olden days . . . .'<br>But I keep my picture of him - Flash Phil Galloway<br>In a shining dog-cart - I can see him still:<br>Spanking ponies dashing by,<br>Running tandem, stepping high;<br>Silver plated harness - 'Hey! Happy days, Phil!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;
Spanking ponies dashing by,
Running tandem, stepping high;
Silver-plated harness where the sunlight glowed.
Everybody waved to him - Kind Phil Gallow..."></div>
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