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Elegy for Old Feller

Joe Dolce

Mar 29 2013

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The little old bloke nose like a tomato

from too much grog has vanished

scrawny in his slept-in clothes

he walked an even scrawnier dog

past our house for years

muttering at the unseen

I never spoke to him except once

to invite him to a neighbourly block

barbeque out on the nature strip

come over and have a sausage I said

naw I don’t eat foreign food.

 

Joe Dolce

Joe Dolce

Joe Dolce

Contributing Editor, Film

Joe Dolce

Contributing Editor, Film

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