....Metric tonnes of alcohol being sold and the general sense of 'fever' in the air.
I think I'll support the NSW Blues tonight, having been born there many years ago, in that small village, in Gondola Road, in a manger, with the gifts of gold and myrrh and frankinscence, with the Three Wise Marsupials, the Koala, the Kangaroo, and the O'Possum...(an O'Possum is quite similar to a Possum, except it is Irish) all of us there under the bright comet's eternal light, and with Mum and dad, Bill and Flo; and Jim and Bob and Laurie... with JOK the pup and Fang, the cat...and the Chinese chickens in the holy backyard.... Yes..."Go The BLUES! The Almighty Blues!"
As time went by many football type games were played in that sacred backyard space, limited only by the paling fences, and the drain over the back fence. It was a river, really, a holy swampy river...and once a ball went over the back fence and in there, well, it was a murky slimy business indeed to retrieve it.
I've tried to have that backyard declared a sacred site for all time, for all Wang-Fitzpatricks...but the fascist state won't do that...so someone else owns my home and homelands now...some white person...grumble, grumble, grumble.
BUT the day of The Reckoning will come!
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