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Tasmania

Tasmania 

Wool of the sheep in Tasmania is full of soot a fire has 
destroyed the farms they belonged to. They have gone 
feral now grazing where there is any grass left… 
In a country where insensitive incomers stupidly  killed 
off the Tasmanian tiger, sheep are safe, no predators, 
but man. Tasmania, this land of bungalows, sheep and 
white immigrants seeking an Eden sans fear, then came 
the big fire and people had to flee into the sea to avoid 
getting burned. I was in Hobart once, it must be classed
as the most boring town in the world; and to my utter 
disgust they sold margarine made of  sheep´s fat. Think 
of if fish & chips cooked in THAT FAT. People who live in 
a secure society  do not improve their culinary taste or
and their culture ,tend to be provincial and they love fat 
sheep meat; an adoration which is typical for a people
 who lives in a cultural cocoon.  

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  1. Date: 1/28/2013 4:28:00 PM
    She must be very sorry now. I meant long long ago about the Tasmanians.

  1. Date: 1/28/2013 8:20:00 AM
    Jan - Thanks for a snapshot look at a little Tasmanian history through Google. I understand your point about decimation being the result of selfish imposition. I know you will be mad, but isn't it more complicated than that in the long run? love, Kathy

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    Date: 1/28/2013 12:17:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Tasmania is a middle class society where little people live in small houses and nothing gets created. A also met a girl in Hobart and she did let me kiss her...and now i have got my regenge, fifty years late.