Thurston
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GiftsA Poem by ThurstonAnd these were your gifts, these five bright stones. I count them dying of love.I come into your room still counting. One is brown, it is the ea.. |
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Moscow Photograph circa 1965A Poem by ThurstonCAPTION: Moscow has six and a half million residents, sociable, hardworking, cheerful and hospitable people who induce the capital’s happy rhyth.. |
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The VisitorA Poem by ThurstonWaiting for Godot? |
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All Her Seasons Are FictionA Poem by Thurston“…He died young. She lives faithful to his memory…” Cocktails pause...titillated. Irony. We grin and wink. Such devot.. |
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Grace -- In the 1960'sA Poem by ThurstonI. The Railway Ave 'v wotever bowser ‘n bumpkin town yu know has a No.3 council cream and weathermen tioned people’s palace too and .. |
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Forgive the SimplificationA Poem by ThurstonSlowly we get whittled down. |
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AND NOW advice for the insignificantA Poem by ThurstonPrepare to find out |
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Wait ReturnA Poem by ThurstonMy place of waiting |
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Not CaughtA Poem by ThurstonIn the "Circle" at Parramatta Gaol 1971. |