gum tree by the dry powdery turn a
long-left hander
near that old farm house you love so much where dipshit
lost control of the car and ripped the face
off spuddo
hard to believe she went back for more had those
snot-poor kids a drear life hauled through all that shame
when
here’s the splendour of a
whipping grassland
all the sky a host to clouds like ships in sail the ditch
a brown gulch of china bells and cowslip sung by
bees larks kookaburra
cackle with mopokes the dust
flying out rich as
cacao nibs not
much change for that
from wages at that piggery the waste
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