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CROSSROADS 
Crosses by the roadside, families in pain,
Along the straights around the bends,
Even in the drains.
A few words and
some flowers, adorn the little cross,
A sign from loving people to show their grief and loss.
How
can all this happen? With the rules upon our roads,
A lack of sleep, too much drink, or even overloads.
Christmas
is getting closer, it’s just around the bend,
Don’t become another Cross, we need you as a friend.
“Written
after seeing so many crosses on the road side”
©
Roy Evans,
Ingham, Australia
2006
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A
KIWI PEE WEE
To
Auckland
we went for a night full of fun,
Dinner
and beer in the late setting
The
chill of the night, the beer in the tum
My
stomach was tight as I sat on my bum.
I
needed a loo but none to be found,
The
tension got worse as we drove round and round.
We
came to a street its name
Waterloo
,
There
on the corner a portable Loo.
Out
of the car I raced to the Loo,
If
I found the door locked what the hell would I do
I
filled up the tin like a hose on a fire,
At
last I achieved my greatest desire.
If
ever you feel you tum getting tight,
Never
go out on a cold Kiwi night.
©
Roy Evans,
Ingham, Australia
2006
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