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The day you bought me a yellow tie
I first wondered at your taste
Your wedding dress was primrose
Canary yellow at the waist
The lounge carpet is ochre
Kitchen cabinets buttercup
Daffodil is the bathroom
The place where I throw up
I'm sick to death of mustard
The sheets seem a tide of amber
In bed I get quite bilious
When over you I try to clamber
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Thursday 23rd April 2020 12:30 pm
Chariots of the Sun
This poem is a short affirmation and image of a small holiday island some eleven miles offshore from Fremantle, Western Australia. It began as a prison for aboriginal men and boys after 1838, and from 1902 served as a gubernatorial retreat from the intense summer heat. It is sear and dry, bereft of natural surface water, and now is a watery playground for fishers, boaters, surfers and many others....
Tuesday 28th February 2017 11:43 am
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