There's tales that's told in search of gold, beyond the blackened stump
Where men's desires kindle the fires, of a man named Barry Crump
Miners came from near and far, in the days of the of the great' gold rush
There's thems that was scared, who listened and heard, of happenings out in the bush
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Well what a tale Bob and told with your usual skill - It fairly made the reader creep..... what an end for a someone who stooped to deceit..... a ditty to be told and re-told - especially on dark winter nights...- - great write Bob...... you tell it so well - -another one soon please? - - Fay..
How do you do this kind of thing Bob, I'm forever amazed by your ability to create such genius writes....the story you would have thought was a 1000 pager...but you amazingly managed to fit the whole beautiful piece here on one page....outstanding poet my friend...and as usual...a real joy to read your solid craftmanship....10++++