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Mar 2017
you can hear it, those claps of thunder
though you've chosen not to take cover
here we are and here you are, momentarily
tomorrow this sunburnt land whistles merrily
so stay awhile and take it all in;
appreciate our kookaburras grin
hellopoet
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