our Mark unParked - but Roamin' round..

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Oh God, we like you very much, espesh-

ly how your children are a bit like you.

We know you've planned a grand way, truth, life, meshed

with ecosystems all 'round what you do;

our small minds, aching hearts, and mortal lives,

are lines of poems that still need some more..

more lines that follow on. 'Till each arrives

we miss our rhymes, we need a stable law,

or meter to enable us to read,

to even understand what we once  wrote.

So here we are, we'll listen, & we'll heed,

what you are try'na do, with ev'ry note.

We're seeing you are very like some Jazz

musicians who are working as a team

with not much music written. No ONE has

the score all sorted. You know what I mean.

You know the kind of music you might play,

but most of all, it will be with your kids,

and so together is the sort of way

they make their music - even banging lids.

This day we're spread around the world a lot,

there's Graeme & Bev up North, and Gill away, 

with Kath & Fabe (condition that he's got

means they're around, but sometimes he feels "grey".

And Marty's off and zooming, Sarah's gone

today somewhere, as Anna might be too,

And Sandy might be at the Walker's on 

some premises. We trust ourselves to you.

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