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October 2, 2010 / Gio


so there I was
enjoying a lovely
down-under December
afternoon in the field
in the Grampians
with me mates
lazy grazin’
chewin’ plants & chasin’ insects

all of a sudden
here they come
a couple o’ young blokes
from Adelaide
yahooin’ and carryin’ on a bit
ever hopeful in their shaggin’ wagon
do they want me eggs?
me skin? me oil??
I know I heard one of them say carpaccio!
so I gave them this look…
and off they went.



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  1. Giovanni / Oct 17 2010 9:32 pm

    I tasted Emu during my visit down under and absolutely loved it, a very unique meat. I’ve had kangaroo several times as well.

  2. Rene Foran / Oct 17 2010 6:25 pm

    a very emo Emu

    but emu is delicious I must say

  3. 2zpoint / Oct 10 2010 3:17 am

    Kind of fun imagination you have! Sounds like something they might say.

  4. Kimberly's Page / Oct 9 2010 5:54 pm

    Great visual for the story.

  5. fiveloaf / Oct 9 2010 2:06 am

    it is great to know that you could wear the shoes of the emu and deliver messages to us the destructive huntsmens of this universe…

  6. liv2write2day / Oct 7 2010 4:50 pm

    How fun. I love the picture of the emu. Great poetry.
    My rally is here:

  7. Shashi / Oct 7 2010 11:38 am

    Interesting story.. and what a funny way to use the picture and the words to create the atmosphere.. thanks for sharing..

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  8. siubhan / Oct 7 2010 8:44 am

    this one made my morning. awesome. 🙂

  9. Jingle / Oct 6 2010 10:36 pm

    welcome to Rally week 30,
    a most 3 poems are accepted within 7 days…
    Happy Thursday!

  10. Jingle / Oct 6 2010 9:39 am

    lovely story.

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