my street is a Gemini

& tears itself up every night
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my street decides against

the Westgate
gets cocky

drives stick up the Hume
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my street avoids metaphor
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my street calls the council

every morning & complains about

the colour of wheelie bins
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my street auditioned for the part

of Ramsey Street in Neighbours
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my street never texts me back
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my street remembers

when the dogs won the flag in 1954
my street went to the pub

& bought everyone a round
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my street bats fourth

bowls off-spin
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my street keeps a journal
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my street has worn the same pair of jeans

every day for 27 years
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my street goes cruising in the park
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my street watches number 45

sell for over a million
checks Pam out one last time

as she packs her station wagon
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my street rides a motorbike
has a kind of ‘bad boy’ thing going on
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my street is divided

on zoning permits
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the wind rips through my street

these days
I see it walking home

arms full of groceries
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my street sticks its head over the fence

asks for a hand w the garden
afterwards we share a beer

listen to the footy on the radio
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my street gets nostalgic

looking over old photos 
spends the last night of

August on the porch
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I call my street in from the kitchen