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Show All nature sings from a happy heart Out there, my friends, where the rainbows start. There are no "books" for folks to lose, And the very best families don t wear shoes; While pants, dear sirs, are not the fashion And nobody rates a special ration ra-tion Your tires can't be "blowed out", my son, For the simple reason, "you ain't got none." Far away on a carefree tropical isle, Where the night is a kiss and the dawn a smile. Bob Christy, Administrator, WPR Board, Lamar, Colorado. WPR BOARD MEMBER GETS POETIC When the war is successfully finished and we are in possession of all the beautiful isles of the South Seas, perhaps a beneficent and thoughtful government will set apart one of them for worn out members of War Price and Rationing boards, where they may dream away their remaining remain-ing days in peace. Which thought prompted this: Far away on a carefree tropical isle, Where the night is a kiss and the dawn a smile Where the palm leaves sway in the gentle breeze And the lovebirds spoon in the cinnamon trees, Where they don't use points and ,thfy ' Don t burn gas, and the women's clothes Are made of grass. Where nothing noth-ing is Rationed, bananas are free, and the ripe Nuts drop from the coconut tree. Where the stars swing low thru the mystic night And the wave-sprites dance in the soft moonlight I |