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Old Bill
Contributed by
yackerz85
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Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 05:57:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Down the road where time stands still
lives an old old man who goes by Bill
He speaks a language invented by him.
and has a white beard on his chin.
He never owned a car only a tractor.
And his only job is a meat packer.
He has a laugh that sounds like thunder.
and his house looks like the 8th world wonder.
His eyes are the colors of a nearby stream.
Look into them and get lost in a dream.
On the porch he sits every summer evening
He watches the sunset and hears the birds singing
He utters a tranquil hum as he rocks on his chair.
The world passes him by, yet he is unaware.
Old Bill never went to what we now call school.
His school was the farm and lessons digging holes
So come on by and walk down the hill.
and see the man who is called Old Bill.
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Re: Old Bill
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by Kazzy1231 on
Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 06:03:01 AM AEST
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| Nice write,feel free 2 check out some of my poems. |
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Re: Old Bill
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by samwrue on
Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 06:14:23 PM AEST
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| very nice, good description too |
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