Sitting on the balcony waiting for a storm to cross the harbour. The cloud is deep azure, the wind has cooled. We try to pretend we aren't scared. But we want this rain so badly.
We will sit all night, watching.
My Cup runneth over
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*A Melbourne Cup poem*
Pish posh
Splurge your dosh
On some flimsy fashion tosh
Plish plosh
Big fat drops
Til the grounds are all awash
Glug slosh
Splash...
11 hours ago

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