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Here in parochial Melbourne town, Football causes many a frown, Folk say, "Who do ya barrack for?" I think, "What do ya wanna know for?" Then I say, "Right back at ya! I barrack for Jesus and Mahatma!!" Yes, let's barrack for our princes of Peace, In our hearts, their .dear souls to keep, It might make our world a better place, If we all had a serene smiling face, To barrack for Jesus and Mahatma, "There you go, right back at ya!"
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
PRINCES OF PEACE.....
Here in parochial Melbourne town, Football causes many a frown, Folk say, "Who do ya barrack for?" I think, "What do ya wanna know for?" Then I say, "Right back at ya! I barrack for Jesus and Mahatma!!" Yes, let's barrack for our princes of Peace, In our hearts, their .dear souls to keep, It might make our world a better place, If we all had a serene smiling face, To barrack for Jesus and Mahatma, "There you go, right back at ya!"
A reflection, feedback welcome.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
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