(after Bonnie Dobson & the Grateful Dead)
My honey
thought I heard
a young girl cry today
fraud of currawongs
saw a young man mourn
where has she gone
arson of ravens
murder of crows
doesn't matter anyway
darkroom of bats
walk you out tomorrow
the morning dew
and then on the hillside
the young colours of the sun
'fraud of currawongs' - so true!
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