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Tubrabucca Dust
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Tubrabucca Dust |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... 
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Tubrabucca Dust I remember old Tom round the fire at night How he’d lay the bait and she’d always bite Recall the old bush tales From family and friends How the nights went on And the stories had no end How we laughed and played And rolled in the dust When Hide and Seek Really was a must I look back now On those days of old And still I wonder Of those stories bold I’m sure that was the time When the seed was sown And when I recall their smiles ‘Twas as if they’d known Well it’s different now Cause Tubrabucca is gone But in these old hearts It forever lives on… |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
tales of old bring back memorys of happyness, a very enjoyied write |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Yes, the tales live on and get passed around because bards like you see the value in passing along these wonderful gifts of ancestry. Thank you. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This makes me wish to be a kid again and tie all the red wagons together to make our very own wagon train. Thank you for sharing your memories, and bringing my favorite one back. |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
QjQ ~hold those memories, glad you enjoyed. Midnitesun ~ yes indeed, those days were indeed a gift! J BluesSerenade ~ I enjoyed the image your wagon train gave me, thank you!  And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand ~ Bernie Taupin |
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