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While walking with my Greek mother one evening,
Along the main street of our country town,
Three students from my school
Approached us on the other side of the street;
Suddenly they all shouted
"Dagoes! Dagoes!"
That word was one of the few my mother knew
And so, grabbing my arm to steady herself,
She shouted back,
"Kunggaroothers! Kunggaroothers!"
"Mama," I said, "I don't think they mind
Being called kangaroos."
By that time, they had passed us
And were laughing;
So what else could we do,
We laughed too.
Peter Mavromatis
pmavroma@tassie.net.au
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