Steves Mobile Magic Hand Car Wash in Devonport, Tasmania | Automotive, aircraft & boat

Steves Mobile Magic Hand Car Wash

Locality: Devonport, Tasmania

Phone: +61 448 758 582

Address: 120 Tarleton Street East Devonport 7310 Devonport, TAS, Australia

Website: www.communityguide.com.au/site.cfm?%2Fcarwashdevonport%2F

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22.01.2022 Steve - 0448 758 582 120 Tarleton street East Devonport

22.01.2022 When the details matter

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19.01.2022 Wishing you all a safe Easter break Stay safe everyone & stay home this Easter

19.01.2022 MAD Looking the goods

18.01.2022 G’day Mates, Have A Beaut’ Australia Day!!

17.01.2022 Getting it done & doing it well Done and delivered all before 8am

17.01.2022 Thanks for the feedback Andrew

15.01.2022 Helping the community help others....

10.01.2022 We are happy to let our customers know that we are now fully equipped to Sanitize your private vehicle, company or fleet vehicles. Stay Safe

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08.01.2022 MAY YOU REST IN PEACE DAD

04.01.2022 Lest we Forget For The Fallen With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,... England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain. LEST WE FORGET

01.01.2022 Happy Mother’s Day