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name?” (He was wizened and wrinkled and grey,
boss” (and he straightened his back bent with years,
bluey was coiled like a boarding-house duff,
name” (and he drew forth a whip from the swag,
yarn seemed to hang, so I threw him a plug,
juice trickled in drops from his chin
thought it quite likely he’d chew for a week,
To a seat at the foot of the tree –
A stringybark, all but a branch or two dead;
It was just such a ruin as he.
waited, expecting to hear from the "vag”.
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