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Well, here's a fragment, a scrap, us leftovers from failure, a thousand lived cliches, and that's all we'll ever be..... His down cast eyes posed for a photo brow farrowed squinting at the sun an all australian boy mischievous grin hands inside bib and brace overalls he came into the lens into my heart making my toes curl my body shiver a real sex pot wanton slut with the desert hot australian sun on his bare backside in the back of the ute on the harsh expansive land we made love best, Chris Jones.