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The Apprentice Bullocky.

The paint chipped ledge above the fire was where it always lay, I know because he placed it there when grandma passed away. Though ragged and now water stained, it held his life you see, that album full of photographs, he often shared with me. Each picture told a wondrous tale, which granddad told with […]

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The Interview.

Excitement filled our country town as something new was going down and all the women, plump or stout, of which most were without a doubt, had gathered at the building site the Westpac Bank left overnight. Then some smart city slicker who, while on a tour, had passed on through and saw potential for a […]

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The Ballad of No Excuse.

This tracing fam’ly history can be a heap of fun. You find out who your forebears were and how it all begun. Who cares if they were convict stock, the black sheep of the mob. They only stole to stay alive ’cause they were short a bob. I found my poor old forefather, was tried […]

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It’s Tough To Be a Kelly

IT’S TOUGH TO BE A KELLY Born County Antrim, Erin, in eighteen thirty-two, the colour of my hair was black, my eyes were greyish blue. My mother’s name was Mary while my father was James Quinn and Ellen was my name in life, one of eleven kin. We sailed on board the ‘England’ as dad […]

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The Trial at Blinkandmiss.

THE TRIAL AT BLINKANDMISS The little town of Blinkandmiss, beyond the old Black Stump, is what you’d call an outback town, though some would say, a dump. It has a small community of some one hundred folk. A pub, a store, a post office and court house. That’s the joke. For in this town lived […]

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You’re Joking! Milk in Billy Tea!

YOU’RE JOKING! MILK IN BILLY TEA! The gidyea stumps were packed four high and lit by half past three, for Kingsley knew that damper coals took time to come to be. By half past four he gave a shout, “Them dampers ready yet?” Then as he put the coals in place Dawn answered him, “You […]

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Botanical Jargon

BOTANICAL JARGON Since days of old when Joseph Banks got high on floral bliss, by sniffing plants our sun produced through photosynthesis. A breed of Aussie Botanist have roamed throughout the land and named all things botanical; a busy little band. They give their finds some weird names that truly sound quite queer, Seems some […]

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It’s Not Australian.

IT’S NOT AUSTRALIAN It had not changed a bit ‘cept the paint job was new And the sign ‘Gen’ral Store,’ how it stood out in blue. Then I thought to myself – no it couldn’t be so; He’d be eighty at least; He’d have died years ago. But I wandered inside on the chance he’d […]

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The Ultimatum

My bloke has been two timing me and treating me old hat, ’cause recently he met this bird who shared my sister’s flat. We ducked down for a visit see, which took her by surprise, though all he did was chat this piece and right before my eyes. So what, if she’s a cute young […]

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Judge’s Comments

There’s a sense of satisfaction when your thoughts down deep within reach fruition and you know it ’cause you sit there with a grin and you wonder if your peers, for you welcome their critiques, would they praise the rhyme and rhythm, but suggest the verse is weak. There’s a competition running so you send […]