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WHILST RIDING MY BIKE
AROUND A ROUNDABOUT
A GOOD FEW YEARS BACK
SOME LOUD-MOUTHED BOY-RACERS
SHOUTED AT ME TO
GET-OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY.
YOU STUPID OLD MAN
THEY ADDED
ON ACCOUNT OF MY BIG BEARD
I GUESS.
WELL
THAT WAS THIRTY YEARS AGO
AND
ACCORDING TO ROB SCHACKNE
AND
ACCORDING TO ROB SCHACKNE
THERE'S GONNA BE
A BIG LUNAR ECLIPSE
AT THE END OF THE MONTH
ON THE EVE OF MY SEVENTIETH
AND IF I SEE
THOSE BOY-RACERS
OR THEIR LIKE AROUND
I'LL GIVE THEM
STUPID OLD MAN
I'LL GIVE THEM
STUPID OLD MAN
I'LL BE SURE TO
KICK THEIR ASS!
KICK THEIR ASS!
COME-ON
AT MY AGE
YOU SHOULD
CUT ME SOME SLACK.
CUT ME SOME SLACK.
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bernard hemensley
goldy hermitage
28 / january / 2018
Ha. Thank you, Bernard. I am very honoured. It is Feb 16th here in Oz today. I just saw your poem. In Melbourne for a couple days, I also saw Kris & Retta today after (maybe) a dozen years. We had a good yarn together. Great to see them...and all the books! Best always, Rob
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