Crays Poems - Poems about Crays

...We’d been fishing in the Shady for some crays up in the hills, where you fight the blackberry and elude the snake with skills, were leeches have the power of near sucking all your blood, and you c......

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...I got a phone call from a mate of mine I hadn't seen for years, and I could tell by his quivered voice that he was close to tears so I asked Ken what is wrong then heard his voice that shook , “O......

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...“Where are you going?” Teddy asked, breaking in our conversation, between Bulldog, ‘Newy’ and myself and noticed with his observation, that the words of Phillip Island had been mentioned by us thre......

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...We’d just buried poor old Peter and we’re back now at his wake, and of course it’s sad to see him gone but it’s great we can partake, in giving comfort to his widow now that the hardest part is don......

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