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The cottage was no more than a shack,
But it kinda took me back,
To that place, I grew up and spent me days,
Livin and learnin, its all sort of a haze.
We was poor, but always had enough to eat.
Me dad was hard, and oh, me mum was sweet.
A good combination to raise a lad,
An I was mostly always happy with what I had.
Fishin and explorin just my ol dawg an me,
A good life, as it all come back to my memory.
For a kid not havin much, there's a thing to be said,
He appreciates what he's got, an makes do instead.
Most don't crave more that what they've got.
Ya see, poor kids don't really find they need a lot, 
A pole for fishin, a log on which to sit,
A stick to throw the dawg, a few friends close knit.
To keep fit, for fun an exercise a creek to swim in,
But things all change when he grows to notice women.
Then its time to move to the big smoke.
Women aint all that interested in a poor bloke.
They like to be romanced and as you probably know,
That requires a good job to earn a fair bit of dough.
It was time I said farewell, I was off to the city,
Got a job and tried my luck findin a lass very pretty.
Now with the misses an our four kids, life's good. 
I try hard not to spoil em, even though I could.
I am a happy bloke, take everything in my stride,
But I kinda look back on that little shack, with pride.


Sponsor	Brian Strand
Contest Name	A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1200
March 2023

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