We don't clear tall buildings
in a single bound anymore.
The people we once admired
have surrended to mediocrity.
And the tall buildings wonder:
'Will we ever be hurdled again? '
Oh my own superman with his underpants always outside his trousers! Wherever you throw your words, the buildings are waiting in breathless anticipation. A brilliant response to the drift to the middle ground. Jimmy Cairns, where are you? love, Allie xxxx
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Addendum: Allie, thank you and bless you for mentioning Jim Cairns - who was the final flicker of Ben Chifley's, light on the hill. I remember and love him well.