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105.
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Bushy The Possum
The possum
is riding
my son's bike
by the soft glow
of the moon
smart too
doesn't need lights
wears a helmet
in case he crashes
enjoys his cycling
as his just desserts
for his tricky
high wiring
between houses
when searching for food
frustrating the cats
salivating
beneath.
vince gullaci
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106.
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Calabrian Tale
Now my son
you have
to get up
and go
tend the sheep
you can sleep
when you're dead
and don't
have to eat.
vince gullaci
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107.
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Call To Arms
Don't be disheartened
by critics
and poets
the knockers
literary snobs
who know all
and know
nothing.
vince gullaci
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108.
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Christmas Down Under
Mistletoe on gum trees
jacarandas
bathed in blue
young hearts in love
kissing blithely below
wombats clearing tree tops
towing Santa
in his sleigh
showering presents
on young lovers
kissing blithely below.
vince gullaci
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