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The Pub
lying on its side near the tavern Southern Cross |
ross clark |
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Port Fairy wharf a trail of fish scales leads to the pub |
vanessa proctor |
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beer garden table the blurred edges of many circles |
lorin ford |
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parked utes – kelpie ears point to the pub |
lorin ford |
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cutting out the cheque ~ at closing time their classer feels the barmaid's hair |
john bird |
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dry winter a geranium wilts in the pub window |
lorin ford |
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summer haze dried beer foam in my empty glass |
rob scott |
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pig dog asleep in the plumber's truck – happy hour |
john bird |
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outback pub the aftertaste of bulldust |
jack prewitt |
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