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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bush Veteran</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up the road,<br>'Dangin'' things and 'darn in'' things and hefting of his load<br>For yesterday was pension day, Peter has his goods:<br>Butcher's meat and groceries and all sorts of foods;<br>A bit of plug 'tobaker' and a tin of 'jelly Jam,'<br>'Termatter' sauce and yellow soap, a knuckle-end of ham,<br> And a little flask of 'special stuff' discreetly tucked away.<br> 'I takes it for me rheumatiz,' says Peter Parraday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Pete Parraday, he lives all on his own.<br>People say he's getting old and shouldn't be alone.<br>They talk of institutions where he'd have most kindly care.<br>'Wot? Me?' says Peter Parraday. 'An' wot would I do there?<br>Lose me independence, an' be 'umble when they scold,<br>Eat an' sleep an' dress an' smoke just when an' how I'm told?<br>Shove ME in an Old Man's 'Ome to rust me life away?<br>I'd like to see 'em try it on!' says Peter Parraday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Pete Parraday has little time to spare<br>For a bush hut and a garden are a common source of care.<br>There's wood to cut and meals to cook - a thousand things to plan<br>In the little kitchen-garden that 'do fair absorb a man.'<br>Green peas and radishes, brussels sprouts and beans,<br>Silver beet and lettuces - all sorts of green.<br>'Waterin' an' weedin' 'em, the hours they melts away,<br>An' days ain't halfways long enough,' says Peter Parraday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Peter Parraday, he sits beside his door<br>To smoke a pipe at day's-end when fussy toil is o'er.<br>'This world it changes fast like,' says he, 'as time drifts by;<br>For old days was easy days when I was young an' spry;<br>An' cash was easy come by, with fortunes flowin' free,<br>An' many a man growed wealthy wot toed the mark with me.<br>But me? I seemed to miss the bus. Fair lost me chance, ses they,<br>Yet that don't seem to grieve me some,' grins Peter Parraday.</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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'Dangin'' things and 'darn in'' things and hefting of his load
For yesterday was pension day, Peter has his goods:
Butcher's meat and groceries and all sorts of foods;
A bit of plug 'tobaker' and a tin of..."></div>
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