THE SHACK
You’d better like your flatties, If you’re coming to the shack, You’d better like your sauso’s And your lamb chops good and black. ~ You’d better like your screen doors With a squeak and then a bang, Your cricket match with salt And your night’s sleep filled with sand. ~ You’d better like your mornings Infused with motor oil, And your evenings spiced with smoke From the back deck mozzie […]
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