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Super moon
sings her tune
on cairns town
this fine night.
Loopy heads
enough said
feel the time
is just right.

To let out
even shout
in public
with no shame.
Language bad
oh so sad
it's really
just a game.

To restart
someone's heart
a pity
it won't work.
Off the page
tempers rage
it seems he
was the flirt.

Traffic stops
tempers flop
across the
road they go.
Lights are green
they've been seen
they zig zag
to and fro.

Wants to yarn
grabs her arm
she swirls round
in a fit.
Must be nuts
he yells but
he's such an
idiot.

He backs off
not so tough
she's had it
with this guy.
He wants more
ego's store
to him it's
do or die.

Message comes
more than one
driver's lot
hit their horns.
She's ok
won this day
for this guy
it's the norm.

Time chugs by
we all sigh
hope she has
better nights.
With no need
to succeed
side stepping
love's lost flight.


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©  3nd apr 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa

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