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 by Ray Stephens

I live in Bermagui, in a street near you,

my house is a plain one, my worries are few.

I live my own life, I stick to myself

but there’s just one thing and it’s killing my health

As neighbours go, I’m thoughtful and kind,

what the others do, I really don’t mind –

when the mowers start up, I turn a deaf ear;

when the music is loud, I pretend I can’t hear.

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by Kai Jensen                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Any resemblance of the tractor in this poem to that of Chris Jesson of Fairhaven Point Way is entirely intentional.

When Chris brings his tractor out

don’t get in the way

if you want to live to walk

your dog another day;

don’t stop to tie your shoelace

in the metal monster’s route

well maybe a brogue or running shoe

– but not a twelve-eyelet boot

and Rover, don’t bite at its tyres