Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t Peppermint Grove residents, my dear, but they weren’t Peppermint Grove residents.
Walked through a wood, saw the turds near the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t Peppermint Grove residents , my dear, they weren’t the human race.
Dalkeith by Pete F.
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The Asia Beat
The Worst of Perth 
The rich are different than you and me.
Yes, they have fewer cocii. .
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Cocos1 is there.
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I think they can afford Majestics, which are puffed up cocii.
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Vexatious laminators of the world unite.
http://tinyurl.com/laminatetheturd
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Shitting on our registered is a privilege not a right.
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It is tempting to pop round and snap one off isn’t it?
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Drop the Cosby kids at the pool?
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Sir Bill, that google street view has brought on an attack of the ‘horrors’.
The sterility displayed is terrifying in its reflection of the lack of humanity so often associated with the social aspirants and ‘wealth’ accumulators who haunt these ‘burbs.
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And wipe your feet.
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It certainly does lack the frisson of walking Carlisle’s streets.
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Every office has one. The person who leaves the passive aggressive notes. “DO NOT PLACE MILK BOTTLES IN THE FRIDGE ON THEIR SIDES” “DO NOT TAKE NEWSPAPERS FROM THE STAFF ROOM” One chick I worked with was a total pro – would laminate her passive aggressive notes.
She was soon dubbed The Laminator [said in an Arnie Swarzenegger accent].
ps: That doggy sign is not laminated. It’s in an A4 sheet protector.
pps: Whenever I see a “missing dog” sign, if there’s a pen handy I’ll always add a speech bubble with the dog growling.
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Did she work at City West Lotteries House ?
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Jesus Christ that person is a farking MACHINE.
I’m hoping it’s one person. It’s funnier that way.
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Terrible scansion. I’ve admittedly neglected this hallowed register (or commenting at least) since taking up “serious” poetry again, and yet it looks now as though I should reconsider that neglect.
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Was ethnically cleansed from the Auden.
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Poetry is not rocket science.
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could be though, really bad too
woomera
thirsty rockets dreaming of
koi ponds
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That photo is missing some very obvious items.
Weeds, and lots of them, at least knee hi although waist hi is better.
Empty beer cans rolling in the balmy freo dr.
A discarded broken sofa a few house up.
Some general detritus of the west oz society…paper, Browns choc milk carton, although some of the more hipster suburbs have switched to Dare iced coffee bottles , (semi flattened of course).
For the absolute pizza de resistance, what about a discarded syringe? Nothing says, “we cook our own crystal meth” like used medical equipment.
And where, oh where, are the Cocos palms???
Can’t see much progress in this place unless the get with the program. No wonder nobody wanted to merge with these lay abouts .
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