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David Delaney's Writings

Sonnet no.3   Snowy Mountain Blood   He views the brumbies fleeing down the hill while now he's chasing, closing at great pace. And knowing that one slip out here could kill,                     he can't afford a tumble or lose face. The cracking stockwhip sounded as he cheered it echoed through the valley far below. These Queensland mountains many...