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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358069" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Youth Revisited</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks,<br>Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,<br>Of stacks in the station yard, and stockmen, and farming hands,<br>Of bow-legged bound'ry riders coming in for beer <br>This strange, new, brisk town of sweet-shops and petrol pumps <br>Petrol pumps with motor cars dashing up and down?<br>Yet there stands the old church, the bluestone baker's shop,<br>And the queer, shrunken houses of my old home town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has become of him - Little Johnny Parkinson?<br>Little Johnny Parkinson out upon a bust <br>The long red beard of him, the red-rimmed eyes of him;<br>Red from the harvest field and winnower dust.<br>Five foot two of him - Little Johnny Parkinson,<br>Driving in his wheat team, down the dusty street;<br>Red beard, red eyes, red bandana neckerchief<br>Little Johnny Parkinson, who took his whiskey neat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has become of him - Big Jack Herringford?<br>Big Jack Herringford, champion of the stacks,<br>Where the lumpers, laboring, climbed the crazy wooden ways <br>One, two, three hundred pounds upon their backs.<br>Big Jack Herringford, soft-hearted Hercules,<br>Went to the West land and won a fortune there.<br>Was the gold a bension to Big Jack Herringford?<br>Does anybody know, or does anybody care?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has become of him - Black Tom Boliver?<br>Black Tom, Dude Tom, of the shearing shed<br>The bold, black eyes of him, the well-oiled curls of him,<br>The cabbage-tree hat well back upon his head.<br>What has become of them, all the men I used to know?<br>Only one I recognise of all men there;<br>But one has a smile for me - schoolmate Jimmy Tomlinson <br>Laughing Jimmy Tomlinson, with snow-white hair.</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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Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,
Of stacks in the station yard, and stockmen, and farming hands,
Of bow-legged bound'ry riders coming in for beer 
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