The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 5, Issue 3 (July 1, 1930)
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Mud In The Blood.
When winter comes it's safe to say,
That spring is not so far away,
And yet it's hard to rid the blood,
Of cakes of ice and slabs of mud,
And optimistic thoughts pursue,
When mind and body both are blue.
It's difficult to rout regrets,
When knee-caps clash like castaNETS,
And southerlies assail the soul,
And turn the thoughts to sacks of coal.
It's hard to keep one's spirits up
By wotting of the buttercup,
When all one craves as rightful “dibs”
Is something hot beneath the ribs.
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