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This poem was written by Viv Forbes about 50 years ago. It is more relevant today

The Numbered Men


Steve Hunter--The Saltbush Club

One day while I was driving down the highway in the sun
I sat behind a milk truck just returning from his run.
His sign said "Licensed Vendor" and it made me feel secure
That only numbered milkmen could come knocking on my door.

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By Graham McDonald on 2024 04 12

Names on vehicles. Yup.

Chap's driving his ute down the road. A copper stops him and walks over. He points to the side of the ute, "You're name is obliterated." "You're a liar, it's O'Flarraty."

Good poem. By any chance did you get it get printed in The Bulletin?



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