Me woman, me Trace Right as rain Tracks for me train Porn for me brain Sparks me grain. Cool! Ain’t no fool Digs gang rule
We prayed for rain Gentle soaking rain to end the drought Rivulets to trickle gently along cattle pads filling boggy hoofmarks at the dam’s edge
The sky was black The rain came down The rivers turned a muddy brown. The lightning struck The dark sky sizzled The power went out
Dorb. We don’t see much of Old Herb and his missus; Myrtle. They wander into town from their home, somewhere out in the sticks, for
The arrival when time is still, A setting sun as evening swill. Shadows cast from early day, Stranded there on baking clay. Silence gurgle of
TWG Theme: Arrival (A Backpackers Travel Article.) My Title: All Aboard the India Express. To arrive you first must depart. That seems logical? A simple
“Well, what do you think, Sami?” “I love them!” Sami got down onto her hands and knees. She put her head between the twin black
“Craaaack!” Salty burst through his shell. “Hah I’m first out!” he squealed. The rascally reptile twitched his tail and shook himself free of the mud
CAT’S TALE Curiosity didn’t kill Cat Ballinger. A single round from a .357 calibre Smith & Wesson revolver did that. But Cat’s insatiable curiosity did
A Poem TWG Theme: Protest My Title: The Seven Gadflies of Socrates. ___________________________________________________________________________ Webmasters note. For the full experiance of this poem, please follow the
PROTEST! – FICTION – The Table “What the hell do you think you’re playing at! SELL IT! OVER MY DEAD BODY! It belongs to
In July 2017 Queenslanders set a new record. In that one month more than $215 million was lost by Queenslanders playing the pokies. That loss
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