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When Old Men Sing:
Contributed by
RICHARD_CAMPBELL
on
Friday, 18th November 2005 @ 05:39:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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oh those days when old men sing,
song of love no one drink.
ladies would gather and would think,
i love the way they swing their tank.
moving on time like liquid flow,
no one could really stop their show.
they sung from their heart and it shows,
as ladies knees buckle,out they go.
one after the other ,i am told.
as they are rush outside for water spoils.
after regaining their strength,i love u ,could be heard.
a blink of and eye,there goes another love bird.
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RICHARD_CAMPBELL
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2005-11-18 17:39:49] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: When Old Men Sing:
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Saturday, 19th November 2005 @ 12:49:00 AM AEST (User
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Very creative write. This reminds me of the many stories my dad use to tell me years ago.
He always could cpture an audience talkin 'bout hiss CC camp stories.
Good work and thanks for starting the pleasent memories.
huggs,
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Re: When Old Men Sing:
(User Rating: 1 ) by lovingcritters on
Saturday, 19th November 2005 @ 01:14:48 PM AEST (User
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This reminded me of the German Community I was brought up in. They used to have over dances for the new Bride and Groom, We all pinned money on the brides dress and then you could Polka.....the one and only time I every had fun with my father was the night he polked with me......I'll cherish those memories forever.
I loved this poem Richard, Oh for those Good Old Days of Love.........
Warm love
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