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Don’t waste a drop

Sitting by the campfire He saw her face Red embers glowed Flew high in the cold night air He sighed Held back a forming tear Lifted hi..

And you thought that ?? As well ha ha

There comes a time

Sometimes we can’t stop !!!

Meet me at the Dusty Crossroads Where the desert Meets the ocean Meet me where the Ravens sing And the snow Is thick with white Say..

Where the gum trees Grow Where the kookaburras Go Where the sun casts it’s cool Shadow Where the birds sing and echo not Low Wher..

Fiction

Fiction very short story

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