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Jun 2018
Typically Grev, out there
                        on the hills false alarming
                         a strike which echoed all
                             across the the plain.

                      Horseshoe valley road, sure
                    the luck is in me he'd be telling
                     you and the bonnet up at the
                       wrong end of his Dauphine.

                         Healy's Comet is what we
                       took to calling it, t'was such
                    a rare sight in Darwin, the A.A.
                     would never come out to fix it.

                         Owens Lake went on the
                          wagon, dry as a bone, a
                        dust bowl,  'mais pas Grev';
                     he ended up in the drink tank!
Ryan O'Leary
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Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
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