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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bloke from Mullumbimby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You won’t know this fella, till I get on with me prose.<br>But I’ll tell ya this my friends, I think he’s one of those.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now before you howl me down and question my social status.<br>My job here blokes is to tell a story, not just how johnfarls rates us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They stuck him in the navy, he used to box for sport.<br>Adds were placed upon his soles you would see these adds quite often, with the gloves my friends he wasn’t good, he should have stuck to golfin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Milkin cows he tried, roamin from wide and far, his hands will bear the evidence,5 thirty shows the scar.<br>He has a friend, and, boy is she a cutie, beats me folks how a bloke like him ends with such a beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that’s a little yarn about this bloke, and not much have you gleans. His place in life aren’t nothing much, that’s as a bloke I means.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But let me tell just how much he makes the AUSSIE bloke, yeah golf’s the go, he didn’t have a clue, played off 87, his goals were for the dough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well Bruce and me were average, Ross was good at golf, THE BLOKE had a problem though, his putting, well, was off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wallet bulged with ego and one day he laid the claim, you and Bruce and Ross and me will play the noble game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Let me dwell upon the rules, sheep stations were the scene. A beer a beer a beer and two bob, you lose, Ok vent your spleen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The game was in the best of jest, we practiced the art of discourse. But if you lose old friend, two bob thanks and that has got no recourse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BLOKE my friends would not lay down his courage was divine, we lived of his wagers, all night we wined and dined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somehow Bruce and me felt time was grown’ thin’, lets have a triathlon we suggested, best of three to win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Really not the Olympics but a contest just the same, the aim was winnen’, two out three the aim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darts, Euchre, Golf were the games we competed, glory for the victor let the loser please stay seated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One last thing about our bloke, it concerns that Euchre game, with one spade he goes alone his partner Ross is shamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BLOKE was hopeless in all these sports but never would he yield, then my friends the town soon found out he had a special field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day we all run last you see, and thinking with a smile, the BLOKE writes some prose, recites some stuff and leaves us for a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see my friends, please forgive my comments oh so rude, RAY you beaut, we re-vere you in gratitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We enjoy your yarns, we’re infected, you’re the peoples choice, an Aussie yarn has impetus simply by your voice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mullumbimby bred a BLOKE, BUT Bruce and Ross and ME we bred HIM too, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE MULLUMBIMBY BLOKE is out there folks he belongs to me and you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+D.+Farley">John D. Farley</a><div class=q>
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