I have nodded, winked, acknowledged, spoken and had many experiences on BRUNSWICK HEADS, South Wall. I have witnessed many tragic events, I know of many many others.
And yet it is a meeting place, a village square, a place where people from all corners of the earth come to envisage it's serenity, some times peace, some times upheaval.
A lovely couple from CRABBES CREEK were my latest Boardwalk friends. I have many more, they have many more.
Youknowwhatscominganothercrappypoem, thisonewillexlimplify, howweneedtogreetstrangers, your god is my god, regards john f.
Somehow, my agenda is not clear, but, if you can relate to a boy growing up in THE BUSH and THE CITY, vocations and interests, the many schools, my family, then we are getting close to a simple story. John Farley thinks he has an autobiography that many people will recognise, were you a new person at school, times 12?, were you a milkman, a volunteer. Have you lived on Sheep Stations, been a paperboy in Woolloomooloo.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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