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It's like a flamin' maze out here
where I'm looking for a name,
where hawthorn hedges line the fences,
and the crossroads look the same.

I'm up and down seems every road;
I've criss-crossed east to west,
as well as going north to south,
where I am cannot be guessed.

I've been through Catani twice,
and three times into Bayles,
so the road and house I'm looking for,
on me mate’s direction fails.

I cannot place just where I am,
with all this wasted time I spent,
then on a crossing close to Caldermeade -
bang! And I'm in an accident.

I was stunned there like a mullet,
with nerves tingling to touch,
I got out to see the damage,
which luckily was nothing much.

Then the fellow in his rusted ute,
stepped out looking pretty grey,
for he'd gone through a give-way sign,
where I had the right of way. 

He looked at his car, then mine
with a big sigh of relief,
for there seemed little damage,
were the words of his belief.

So back to the ute he sauntered,
returning with a drink, 
saying, “Mate our shattered nerves,
need a steadier I think.”

He handed me the bottle
with the cap on it undone.
I had a drink and then he said,
“Go on you have another one.”

I took a swig and then another,
and me nerves were back on track,
so I handed him the bottle,
and in the ute he put it back.

I said, “You didn't take a drink!”
And he replied to me “I know -
but you can bet that I'll drink plenty
after the coppers go.”

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