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ute tray of goodness

ute tray of goodness
Written by Cathoel Jorss,

In the back of my ute is so much soil and sundry scraps of leaves and dirt that I just found, in the seams of the rusted steel, a tiny plant growing. I plan to leave it and see what becomes of it. Maybe I can drag a fruiting tree behind me round the town. Put in a cane chair and folding picnic table. Add a coloured cloth & give readings. Uh huh.

12 comments on “ute tray of goodness

  1. Cathoel Jorss says:

    I wish, Alex! my life feels like it’d be so much easier.
    That is a beautiful compliment from a gorgeous lady. I love you too. Three top chicks in one comments field… A tres of goodness!

  2. Cathoel Jorss says:

    Shame about that, isn’t it, Alex! Think of the lusciousness. Think of the sex. But if we can’t, I find, we can’t, no matter how much wishful thinking.
    I think Alison you may be absolutely right about that. Same old variety…

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