Ivan Pine Poems

My special place is my beautiful bed, because it is nice and warm
And I can forget about my worries.
When I am scared, worried or in trouble, I always go to my bed
And lay there, and then softly drift off to sleep.
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Come on Bathurst, let us go
A fire tonight, is a no show.
Let the wind blow, and let it puff,
Let’s go home and call its bluff.
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It was out the back of Millthorpe
In a shed of some repute,
That I met a lady roustabout
Very capable and astute.
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The fields are strangely quiet
Around Belgravia now,
The is no bleating of the sheep
Or lowing of the cow.
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To be lonely as a little speck,
In the distance far.
Makes me want to tarry
And wish upon a star.
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O K now, Stacey MM
It’s your birthday time again,

Hope you get, lots to eat
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Dear Stace,
I thought I’d do a birthday poem,
As you’re a special friend of ours,
And your mum is just too far from home
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Searching for knowledge far and wide,
On the shoulders of giants we stand
To grind to dust our ego and pride.
The world turns slowly, time is sand
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Frank is in his tower, at Pennsylvania now
Clear reports are his forte; to him we give a bow.
Roseberg on his west, Kentucky on the right,
Keeping a weather eye on things, to prevent a firefight.
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Fifty one and Fifty two and Forties on the line
Very hard to understand, the radio type of strine.

O one to Fifty Ten are on the air as well
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