Adventures On The Road

	I'm waiting for the bust.
	Do I mean the police or do I mean the Italian chick with big tits I saw down the
	road?
	I am amongst jewels with womens names.
	How must I suplicate?
	What an answer this to the question in their eyes!
	In light of the inquisition I seek an resolute maxim.
	One which in this Southern land you can always trust.
	Trust the love of a woman, it is this?
	I think not.
	They are dancers in the night and are not what they seem.
	This is more of what I mention yet night closes still.
	A pale meat of a fruit in this great Southern land that partaken of reminds one of
	life itself.
	Underground does it settle.
	This darkness brings me back to a Tasman foundling stream by the firelight years
	before the darkness had settled in my heart.
	Trust nobody, you alone can save yourself.
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