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The Boy
GS (April 7 1936 / Moe Victoria Australia)

The Boy

Poem By George Savige

His pockets full
Of strangest things,
There's nuts and bolts
And bits of string.

He'll spend some time
At prodding toads,
Or saving things
He finds on roads.

... He's a boy.

He'll go and climb
The highest tree,
And call to dad,
'Hey look at me.'

Then to the ground
He'll quickly slide.
There's one thing that
You cannot hide,

... He's a boy.

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