Early
on the way to a meeting at Batemans
I glimpse a lyrebird
on the edge of the Mt Agony road
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A wonderfully worded poem, it's true if we do not pay attention very well, we'd forget which way we entered to the place, the poet was atracted by the lyrebird, but he flew to elsewhere so quickest, gone, nothing to see. The poet was disappointed.5 Stars for this poem of melancholy
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