| "The Bush..my Father..my Mother" |
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| He loves the wild blue yonder... The Land,and all it's space, He loves it with a passion, He feels its warm embrace He's in awe and constant wonder... of everything it grows and feeds... of how the tallest tree, was once the smallest seed This man,My Father, A bushman through and through Honest as a Babe just born Wiser than anyone I ever knew, He's married to my Mother... a woman of Substance, And just as true blue Not a selfish bone in her body The most giving woman I ever knew. My Father...My Mother, Respected,admired,by everyone I know, Helps anyone out..gives 'em a go, My Father...My Mother The best people I'll ever know!! Copyright: Michelle Stephenson |
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