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Mt Dandy In July

The yellow eyed currawongs the dark birds of rain
They call out karrawang again and again
And rain clouds are gathering in the gray sky
In the depths of winter in Mt Dandy in july
The great mountain ash trees shrouded in gray fog
And one can hear the plonk plonk of the billabong frog
And the woodland does echo to the male lyrebird's song
The title of the world's greatest mimic to his kind belong
The harsh grating squawking of the white cockatoo
And the familiar weeyu call of the dark brown weerloo

And the kookaburra's laughter one often does hear
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Monday, March 21, 2016
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