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Succession At Quandong Creek by Anna Tambour

Old Ron’s house by Quandong Creek
with a cockatoo shriek and a pop of sinews snapping
(loud reports lost under a barrage of rain on tin)
      fell down one night.
Flung down its useless arms, popped hips to flop
and …

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