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John Bryan In Narromine we Trust longest driest hottest coolest wettest in as many years never realising pain in your back is the vanguard of the silos. how brave it would feel to declare, but MacQuarie pondering in sunks, wicker men. Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Poetry |
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