Scribbled on the back of an ATM slip

     (Every now and then two random lines in my head rhyme (sort of) and I know I have to do something with them, just to keep sharp. Sort of.)

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              The dry dirt farmer

        I’m old and I’m broken

        wheeze when I breathe

        I played centre-half-forward for Cootra

        an’ gave more blood noses than I got

        made sweet Emma Lacey smile

        for a while

        always been a dry dirt farmer

        like my Dad, and his Dad

        seen a lot of seasons

        some good, plenty of them bad

        so, how will I rate

        when it’s my turn

                at The Gate?

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