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    The Outpost at 3pm
    The Outpost at 3pm
    The Outpost at 3pm
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    The Outpost at 3pm

    By Graham Ford

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    Poems made with religious background and describing the Australian outback.
















    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGolden Ink Media Services
    Release dateNov 5, 2020
    ISBN9781952982460
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      The Outpost at 3pm - Graham Ford

      The Outpost at 3pm

      Copyright © 2020 by Graham Ford.

      Paperback ISBN: 978-1-952982-45-3

      Ebook ISBN: 978-1-952982-46-0

      All rights reserved. No part in this book may be produced and transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Published by Golden Ink Media Services 11/05/2020

      Golden Ink Media Services

      (302) 703-7235

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      Acknowledgements

      Some of these poems have been published

      In the Mozzie magazine of Australia

      Also by Graham Ford:

      For Three Sins or Four

      It’s Confidential

      True Hero Worship

      Eternity in the Mirror

      I would like to thank John Drake

      For his invaluable input

      In after days when grasses high

      O’er top the stone where I shall lie

      Though ill or well the world adjust

      My slender claim to honoured dust

      I shall not question or reply

      Henry Austin Dobson

      A Perfect Life (A Home)

      Keen and cheerful

      And secure in an expressive abode,

      Our diligent children grew

      In a devout and disciplined house

      Organized so that each child

      Can feel comfortable at home.

      Coming upon our happy fare

      As a river ran dry

      Under the towering, sturdy gums,

      God dozed as one at rest.

      Luckily our house was blessed

      Never to make Him angry.

      Short, fat and out of shape,

      I was a dopey catch

      With feet as big as dinner plates.

      Sooner than stand still

      They would trip over on a whim

      To gather dust like a door mat.

      But my perfectly good wife

      Would not leave me

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