The button shows a wheelchairSo those who, close, can't get,To pull the doorway open,May use, to entry, let.Howe'er, like most things out there,Advantage oft is taken,By those who can be lazy,Their muscles, have forsaken.It's easier to do so,Than exert their muscle power,To cause them, least exhaustion,To keep the door ajar.So there are very few now,Who act'lly PULL the door,Button is much easier,Their muscle use, - a chore.
Murphy, in the morning and through the decades. A 'Newfie' and 'New Scotian' Their life paths, they did meet, 'Way back, in the '40's Soon, patter of tiny feet. A daughter, followed by two sons, Then "itchy feet" did get, So westward they did venture, Ontario, their target. In Hamilton they settled down, "New House - new family" Our Patrick; then came Kathy, Two girls, - and boys? - now three. Young Pat became an 'Altar boy', And to his school, would walk, Then studying 'Radio Broadcasting' He had to "LEARN"? to talk?? ( "How now brown cow" what? what? ) Traffic updates, - summer job, At CHML's studio, First 'full time' job, broadcasting, Way down there, in Simcoe. 'Twas there he had a 'life change', A "NEW LIFE" guaranteed, Paul Fletcher guided him, straight path, Soon grown, that planted seed. With CHYM, followed by FAITH FM, His dulcet t...

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