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Array ( [sid] => 27749 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Priorities [time] => 2003-11-23 13:46:28 [hometext] => Back to basics when things get rough [bodytext] => At the race of the river just before you reach the mouth
The current is aquiver, with the fish heading south.
It is there, on the bank, that a man with rod and reel,
Can get a slew of fish or at least a decent meal.

With the price of food arising, economics in reverse,
It's the fault of market pricing, and a polititian curse,
You had better save your money, with sickness at the door,
The meeting of the ends doesn't allow a twinky more.

A billion here, a billion there, it doesn't seem to phase,
A government that gives away, can't stop a spending craze.
Get us old bin Laden, he's worth twenty five million, say,
Or daddy Hussein from Iraq, is worth the same today.

So prople in the hinterland, who learned to fish and shoot,
Do better then the city folks, who wear a suit that's zoot.
The meek inherit the earth, they say, and so it better be,
Back to basics is what I say, no more you hear from me. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 343 [topic] => 55 [informant] => norm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )

Priorities

Contributed by norm on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 01:46:28 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

At the race of the river just before you reach the mouth
The current is aquiver, with the fish heading south.
It is there, on the bank, that a man with rod and reel,
Can get a slew of fish or at least a decent meal.

With the price of food arising, economics in reverse,
It's the fault of market pricing, and a polititian curse,
You had better save your money, with sickness at the door,
The meeting of the ends doesn't allow a twinky more.

A billion here, a billion there, it doesn't seem to phase,
A government that gives away, can't stop a spending craze.
Get us old bin Laden, he's worth twenty five million, say,
Or daddy Hussein from Iraq, is worth the same today.

So prople in the hinterland, who learned to fish and shoot,
Do better then the city folks, who wear a suit that's zoot.
The meek inherit the earth, they say, and so it better be,
Back to basics is what I say, no more you hear from me.

Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-11-23 13:46:28]
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Re: Priorities (User Rating: 1 )
by loopylou on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 02:04:21 PM AEST
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very diffrent clever and unique.....well done

Re: Priorities (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 03:44:55 PM AEST
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I agree.... It's very unique. You did great norm =) I really enjoyed it.

God bless,
Jellybellyprincess

Re: Priorities (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 04:41:52 PM AEST
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Just the way it was all intended.Feeding off this beautiful earth for our hunger,not for sport.
In a day when the $ rules all,its back to basics,our natural call!
Excellent!!

Re: Priorities (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 05:29:11 PM AEST
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Very, very good one here!
Yeah, Bush is getting as bad as the two u mentioned in your great write here!
Luv this!
peace, joy, luv, hope,
emy

Re: Priorities (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 23rd November 2003 @ 05:38:38 PM AEST
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dearest norm, youve spoken truth here, in this poem as i read, i am very grateful for the place im now living, far away from the rat race and surrounded by nature, able to see an occaisional fisherman, yet the truth of the world still invades; you are right:) hugs n' love nessa

Re: Priorities (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Monday, 24th November 2003 @ 04:02:34 PM AEST
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Dear Norm, my friend.
This poem really has substance and no end!
Back to the earth the historians say, or soon there will be no more earth for another day.
HG Wells, I recall....said we'd all better gather and look back to Mother Earth. I believe that was in his "OutLine To History!
Now when you live in good ole Wyoming....it's not a mystery. We fish, grow our own worms...deal with money on our own terms. Some say we're selfish, but we save for another day!
Don't you worry Norm about tomorrow...you can always sell your poetry....it's that good. I'd buy it if you published....then you'd have another livelihood!
Great poem Norm
Consue

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