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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

Spotlighted like a Kangaroo Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s And the bloody Dingoes too, White light spotlights overhead, Reaching down for me I dread, What will the bastards do, Big white light, soundless it’s true, Followed us over the Moonie dew, I asked Mark and Wayne did you see, The white light ever leave us be? It never buggered off blue ? Arrested by one-eyed Fred, Face turned sideways, fish eye’d red, Looking with one eye he said , Booked for speeding now was Mark, By a drunken copper nark? In his singlet and thongs, A private car belongs, A game of sport a lark? Perhaps an alien too? In looking back now I see, The saucer hovering over me, Narrow spotlights coming down, Pinned was Wayne with the light around, And me and Mark were too, Like spotlighted Kangaroo, More meat for the Roo box clown? In a saucer not from town, The memories sneaks back few, Of the white light wandering due? Through memories wiped but sound? Cause mesmerizing frowns, Saucers can’t be hurting you? :}- Copper Fred chased our mate Crow, Who thought it was a game, Till his back tyre was shot out, gee’s hello, The Wilson his other name, Booked for speeding don’t ya know? Don Johnson 7-02-14 See my UFO White Light did pace the Ute Mackey (nee Dean) Brummell My cousin Don's wife had an experience about that same time, with the big white light following her and the kids home, not far away north on the St George Mitchell road.... She had to get the kids to open gates and was nervous of this thing that followed them..... Her son Keith 10 years later was out roo shooting in the night with a local St George man and they saw the light too,(much the same area) the passenger refused to leave the car to open gates on the Station property they were shooting on, the light changed direction and eventually left them at high velocity... -- Don Johnson

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