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walking home from the club
one dark and lonely night
i hears a sound behind me
it gives me quite a fright
but when i looks there's no one
in my line of sight
so i goes back to walking
without a second look
although i wonders what it was
thats scared me like a chook
was it just a puppy dog
or a bloomin' nasty crook
the wind comes up i look again
the hairs on my neck aghast
not a persons lurking
just like the flamin last
but what i did sees dancing
past me alls colourful and grey
pohutu bloody kawa leaves
livening up my way
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
when they drys out they skitters along the foot paths all year long [non deciduous] some are colored some aren't

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