Monday, March 24, 2008

She Often Yearns For The Sherbrooke Hills Comments

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The currawong the crow sized birds are piping in the rain
And everytime she visualize she fancies she can hear again
The kookaburras laughing and the white cockies calling on the tall gum trees
And the flute like song of the butcherbird carrying in the freshening breeze.
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Francis Duggan
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