talk to me hands did you wipe away tears clap to the rhythm of favourite melodies clench at times get garden dirty enfold and more enfold become cold on frostfrostfrost morns hold a pen dipped in blackist ink write ever so slowly the tale that had to be told envelope opened the tale that had to be told finally in stone fixed at Point Frederick Brisbane Water your now view...
talk to me hands
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wipe away tears
clap to the rhythm of favourite melodies
clench at times
get garden dirty
enfold and more enfold
become cold on frostfrostfrost morns
hold a pen dipped in blackist ink
write ever so slowly
the tale that had to be told
envelope opened
the tale that had to be told
finally
in stone
fixed
at Point Frederick
Brisbane Water your now view...
make that 'blackEst' ...tired gal!
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