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Hymn of the Tire Hunter

Nashwaak
Biff tackles a tire on the Nashwaak

I talk of tires all the time,
folks say I'm a crashing bore.
Little do they know that I'm
a voracious rubbervore.

I prowl the shallows and the banks
up and down the shore.
I have no need of praise or thanks,
nor fame for evermore.

I rid the waters of the tires
thrown in by folks long gone.
It's hard to say just what inspires
me to carry on.

I only know that I won't rest
until the last and lonely tire
no longer lingers to infest
our lovely Saint John River.

 Ken Corbett
 Reach out and Remove a Tire!

Nashwaak
Biff poses with the excavated tire before adding it to the recycling pile. It will be trucked to a tire recycling plant in Minto, New Brunswick.

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