Timaru, Timbuktu.

Posted: 2016-01-28 in Thoughts For The Day

Mama would have been a New Zealander, she visited me tonight and told me so.

Timaru, her father had a feeling for.

Clean air and new beginnings.

Escape and true destiny.

And that’s where they were headed, out of Europe and pain, they sailed on the ship.

 

But for politics, it was her destiny.

Politics and circumstance screwed the plot.

New Zealand, it emerged, only took refugee families of four, you see.

Shit, I said, you should have thrown Uncle X overboard (after all, he grew up to be a bum).

Shit, she replied, I should have thrown both my brothers overboard, they were *always* scum.

 

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