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Christmas in Tasmania
This poem was prompted by the poem Hugh wrote that I read this morning, got me thinking what signals Christmas to me. Raspberries and Strawberries, picked fresh from the bush, the smell of fresh cut hay, on a summers evening hush. A thunderstorm with lightning, flashing in the dark, the mouth-watering aroma , wafting from…
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