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Never Off A Mullygrubber
As a kid,
much we did
was new experience,
then repeat,
like cricket in the street.
New found friends,
five doors up,
called your name
each summer day
to play the game
of gentlemen.
Fruit box, bat'n'ball on grey
charcoal coloured tar,
delineated by grassy strips
and concrete kerbs,
marked the pitch for play.
Blamed at times
for windows shattered,
year in and out
we bowled and batted
until grown up.
Gone and scattered,
to score no doubt,
life’s greater runs
and fame.
Rules of the game
stay the same,
over the fence
scores six and out
but never
off a mullygrubber.
– Graham Austin 2010