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My mate Jim and I were tired of working for a boss. We decided to buy a truck and give the 9 to 5 a toss. We set up a little business, taking produce to the stalls. It was just an idea we had about the time fortune calls. We had a load of melons headed up to Jurien Bay, They had to be at the markets bright an early next day. Making good time, we would get there before dawn. It had rained a tidy sky full, the road was rough and worn. Suddenly the truck went slip slidin, we thought a flat tyre. As we spied the scene she was sinking in a huge quagmire. Now the burden of our troubles seemed too much to carry. Near us was a house, we found out, belonged to Big Harry. He was a retired farrier and a horseman dont you know it . His reputation we heard was that of just an old poet. Jim and I we pushed like Samson and Hercules, All the good that did was just bury us to our knees. Suddenly, we see a sight better than cavalry forces, It was Big Harry leading two huge fine draught horses. Over his arm he had slung harness and yoke and chains Harnessing them, and there’s only the chain that remains. “ Will ya axel take the stain? “ he asked in a shaky old voice. “Yeah it should” I replied, so excited I was ready to rejoice. We helped the poor feeble old man fix the chains to the truck. Now stand back you two, there will be all sorts of flying muck. Then he started giving orders to his two big handsome steeds. His voice grew strong and powerful , orders were not pleads. Words resplendent flowed, the beasts pushed to the core. He cursed and swore an bullied them into giving a little more. Those two beautiful horses pulled with all their might, He shouted as the horses strained, ”it’s in a glue pot all right” The golden horse called Ranger made a slip and nearly fell. Big Harry let loose with language that’d make em blush in hell. With one almighty heave the truck surged forward , higher. It rolled up and out , free from the hold of that quagmire. In a feeble old voice, “there ya go lads, thank Ranger n Thunder” Folks will say he’s just an old poet, but to us he’s a bloomin wonder.
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