Where The Creek Used To Run (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
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Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
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