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In the hard, bright, shining Sun, There in the Mallee, there in the South. The family gathered despite the drought, There in the Mallee, there in the South. And the women were dressed in their brightest things, The babies chewed on their teething rings, While the men discussed what the weather brings. There in the Mallee, there in the South.   Uncle Charlie and I, we sat outside, There in the Mallee, there in the South. I had told him my job, of my soldierly pride, There in the Mallee, there in the South. As we sat in the shade with our glasses of port I had no idea what the old man thought As I described the Army and those of my sort There in the Mallee, there in the South.   When I had finished he poured more port from the flagon, There in the Mallee, there in the South, As we sat in the shade of an old hay wagon, There in the Mallee, there in the South. He said to me 'son, I think if you must Serve in the Army, that's fine, but just What do you actually do for a crust?' He said, there in the Mallee, there in South.   In the hard, bright, shining Sun, There in the Mallee, there in the South. The family gathered despite the drought, There in the Mallee, there in the South. While the men discussed what the weather brings And the babies chewed on their teething rings Uncle Charlie and I spoke of other things There in the Mallee, there in the South.
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC
Aspirant
Meeting Uncle Charlie
In the hard, bright, shining Sun, There in the Mallee, there in the South. The family gathered despite the drought, There in the Mallee, there in the South. And the women were dressed in their brightest things, The babies chewed on their teething rings, While the men discussed what the weather brings. There in the Mallee, there in the South.   Uncle Charlie and I, we sat outside, There in the Mallee, there in the South. I had told him my job, of my soldierly pride, There in the Mallee, there in the South. As we sat in the shade with our glasses of port I had no idea what the old man thought As I described the Army and those of my sort There in the Mallee, there in the South.   When I had finished he poured more port from the flagon, There in the Mallee, there in the South, As we sat in the shade of an old hay wagon, There in the Mallee, there in the South. He said to me 'son, I think if you must Serve in the Army, that's fine, but just What do you actually do for a crust?' He said, there in the Mallee, there in South.   In the hard, bright, shining Sun, There in the Mallee, there in the South. The family gathered despite the drought, There in the Mallee, there in the South. While the men discussed what the weather brings And the babies chewed on their teething rings Uncle Charlie and I spoke of other things There in the Mallee, there in the South.
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I do need to talk about my grief, he thinks that -- this would be unwise.
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
Zywa
[ I do need to talk ]
I do need to talk about my grief, he thinks that -- this would be unwise.
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The more concretely you tell a story, the less -- you'll be understood.
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Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 4:02 AM UTC
Zywa
[ The more concretely ]
The more concretely you tell a story, the less -- you'll be understood.
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He is not a spy and not a child, just silly -- with his secrecy.
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Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 3:32 AM UTC
Zywa
[ He is not a spy ]
He is not a spy and not a child, just silly -- with his secrecy.
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She calls a street street, but does not know bridges, and -- does not know dead ends.
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Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:04 AM UTC
Zywa
[ She calls a street street]
She calls a street street, but does not know bridges, and -- does not know dead ends.
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I just let the pointless anger rage around in my head and bang the door behind my sadness to search for a way out of your incomprehension which I can not bear I am suffering, knowing not to be a child, you're not my mother who could read my face whether open or closed We have to take pains: married love, wanting to go together through life under a yoke, not running away after the years of romance
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
Zywa
After the years of romance
I just let the pointless anger rage around in my head and bang the door behind my sadness to search for a way out of your incomprehension which I can not bear I am suffering, knowing not to be a child, you're not my mother who could read my face whether open or closed We have to take pains: married love, wanting to go together through life under a yoke, not running away after the years of romance
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You left me… Almost speechless Like when everything you want to say actually shuts you up There were flashes of discourses by the greatest men ever Lyrics to the songs that you never understood But also there was silence that you would not have respected Mixed in with a whisper just not loud enough to hear Ironic how three words, you deemed suited for this moment Spurred such a stream of simultaneous shush and scream That gave me both the will to ignore your words forever As it did the urge to tell you everything to your face The belief your life is over With nothing to be done Its last part in isolation Waiting For the pain to become too much The pain, the pain Staring at the same walls Forty-six days in a row Never knowing whether Tomorrow you’ll wake up And if there is, if you’ll survive A future left in store Delirium, depression A hole left in your soul Then coming out on the other side Only to realize Everyone has moved on Then who are you to utter these three words to my face Who are you to dictate how my life after that should change The words you chose so carelessly, I will take to the heart Just not to leave the past behind but to make a brand new start I’ll look you in the eye and use your words  against you When I tell you how I am about to “Get over it”
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
aw
Almost Speechless
You left me… Almost speechless Like when everything you want to say actually shuts you up There were flashes of discourses by the greatest men ever Lyrics to the songs that you never understood But also there was silence that you would not have respected Mixed in with a whisper just not loud enough to hear Ironic how three words, you deemed suited for this moment Spurred such a stream of simultaneous shush and scream That gave me both the will to ignore your words forever As it did the urge to tell you everything to your face The belief your life is over With nothing to be done Its last part in isolation Waiting For the pain to become too much The pain, the pain Staring at the same walls Forty-six days in a row Never knowing whether Tomorrow you’ll wake up And if there is, if you’ll survive A future left in store Delirium, depression A hole left in your soul Then coming out on the other side Only to realize Everyone has moved on Then who are you to utter these three words to my face Who are you to dictate how my life after that should change The words you chose so carelessly, I will take to the heart Just not to leave the past behind but to make a brand new start I’ll look you in the eye and use your words  against you When I tell you how I am about to “Get over it”
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