Just catching up. I actually forget if I responded to this already. If so,
bear with me. If not, I love it. Every bit of it.
Yours
Tess
-----Original Message-----
From: robert kennedy <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: 23 December 2001 08:51
Subject: Poem
>No Name
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>This country is dead
>some call it australia
>some call it home
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>This is the Wasteland
>dead, cruel, breeding
>frightened people, right of the world
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>The heart is a red rock
>with a black shadow, where lives
>are always according to order
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>I see the unreal city
>walking in a trance
>the landscape, smothering
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>The big water, now corrupt
>the roots of plants on its shore
>exposed
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>In the town I called home
>the streets run white
>with blood.
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>Rob Kennedy
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