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Poem Lunch with Mr.KilltheReef Makingsquillions

Lunch with Mr.KilltheReef Makingsquillions Luxury yacht in the channelharpoon in hand"That one! I'm that hungry!" Like a rocket from over the hillanother benign paradiseis lepidopterror-struck into the ledgers of greed. "Quick Gabriel!

and ain't i a woman?: It's not a joke

It's not a jokeIt's not a joke The other night at dinner my mother was telling us about when she first came to Australia from India in the early '70s. She used to wear an ankle-length sari to her job in a doctor's surgery every day. One