there’s a gate out beyond all paddocks
set that way portentous
sun that way
like the golden ute
gone its russet run
among those swag bedraggled gods
wiping their chins with billy tea
rum
whatever they can get their hands on
more shadows than trees
they’re out there
believe me
set that way portentous
sun that way
like the golden ute
gone its russet run
among those swag bedraggled gods
wiping their chins with billy tea
rum
whatever they can get their hands on
more shadows than trees
they’re out there
believe me
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