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5.41
is the time on the clock face,
when the first kookaburra
calls.
this corner of the world,
still dark and cold.
but then i suppose,
some poor sucker,
had to get the early bird gig
i just wish, it was'nt,
the noisiest bird in the park.

look out worms.....laughing death is on the wing.
and thus starts another day.
Wild flower fields—
Only smoulder while she flames,
Her yellow sun dress.
She is still with me,
I hold her each dying day—
Creases on photos.
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