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This old town philip lacey	Just a small town you recognise faces As your walking down the street Just small town familiar places Familiar people that you meet There are some...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 9 - Long John, The Snob Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Long John McDougal, the wax-end and leather man, Solon of the main street, full of curious lore, Keen-eyed and frugal, politician, weather man,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Freaky Old Town Brian Oliveri	Haunted muddy soil southern chicken wrapped in foil fantastic roofs that leak older spirits ghostly creek nightlife music halls drunken tourist,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In an Old Town Garden Lucy Maud Montgomery	Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and fret A peace and beauty all its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old town that I left Lee Stopford	Old town that I left do I stay away from you I hear you call me again What will I decide to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	I can not recall his heyday; for I knew him in the day When his curly hair had thinned a bit, his waxed moustache grown grey. That he kept the local...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades the Butcher Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Mr Blades, the butcher, was a large and beefy man, 'Best him at a cattle deal,' 'twas said, 'no other can.' He ate a lot and drank a lot and had a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Big Doc. Littlejohn, and ugly man and tall, He wasn't very graceful, no part of him was small; Big, frame, big head, huge hands, and red; But gentle...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 12 - Mrs Munn, The Nurse Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother Munn they called her Wallowed in the world's woes; sickness ne'er appalled her. She spared no grisly detail as she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 13 - Larrikin Luke Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the town; King of the boys and hobbledehoys - a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 15 - Mrs Felix Donnett Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown, For ten years her husband was mayor of the town; For ten years she queened it as our local social light; And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 16 - Mr Tank Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	'Twice one are two; twice two are four.' I can still hear it floating thro' the old school door: Those childish voices falling, rising in rhythmic...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 18 Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, golden-bearded, ever gay, Spread about him great good cheer in his prosperous heyday; Familiar sight on district roads -...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 21 - Mr Woolin-Wister Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at the store, He had an air of breeding, and the kind of clothes he wore Were very, very natty and exceedingly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 22 - The Baker Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night, Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white; A brooding man 'twas said of him, and mannerisms...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 23 - Little Miss Mix Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	In a rather tiny building at the bottom of the street, With a green door and a window small and very neat, With its shock of beads and button-cards,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 25 - Black Peter Myloh Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	A man was Peter Myloh, strong-browed and black of face, Australian Aboriginal, son of a dark doomed race. And even I, an urchin then, read grief in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 26 - Dr. Andy Deveraux Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Some saw in him a Scottish wreck; some said that he was mad; A few proclaimed his genius, but all agreed 'twas sad That Doctor Andy Deveraux had let...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 28 - Lah-Di-Dah Lane Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	In the old town traditions - as greybeards will explain One epic tale immortalises Lah-di-dah Lane, Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in the railway...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 29 - Miss Trapp, The Music Teacher Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	'One-and-two-and-three-and-four You're playing it by ear, boy! Eyes upon the score!' Miss Trapp, the music teacher, very prim and staid, English...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 4 - Our Mr. Trim Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again, 'Our Mr Trim,' you know, debonair and neat; Landed here this morning on the ten-thirty train; Can't...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 5 - Mr Mead The Printer Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	'Mr Mead, the printer' - so the townsfolk called him; But never in his presence since his reign began; Such a plain, plebeian title would most surely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 6 - Flash Phil Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Still I've the picture of him - Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road; Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 7 Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Well I remember him - Big Jack Herrington; Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and honest-eyed, The clean, straight limbs of him, The strength in those...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No.1 - The Old Town Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Fierce on the wheat-sown Mallee plain The ruthless summer suns burned down, And dust-storms, heralding the rain, Swept thro' the street and on again...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)