Halfway, between lunch and tea
underneath the old gum tree
gazing up, towards the sky
I dream my life passing by.
Clouds float above my eyes
the cockatoo’s begin to cry
the wind whistles through the trees
and I am open to evenings breeze.
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Being Catholic Today
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confessions are self-serving
out of this world
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