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I used to like bobbing around in the sea, put it that way, when we were younger but I don't go now.


Here is a seagull sitting onby the dock on the bayestuary. This one was leering ever so seedily at some Swedish backpackers who were eating chips on the dock. One might assume that the chips were being eyed off, but did you know that studies have shown that 10 to 15 percent of female western gulls in some populations in the wild are lesbians?

Sometimes the things that I hear on the bus can be easily turned into poems of great profundity.

Boyfriend
my bloody computer
doesn't work

shitloads of software
doesn't work

heaps of memory
doesn't work

a thousand bucks
doesn't work

he made me breakfast this morning
but
he doesn't work
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Priyanka Khot said…
I simply loved the photo and the POEM!
12 April 2009 at 15:10
Babzy.B said…
nice shot indeed !
12 April 2009 at 16:12
Frank said…
The caption about the buoy caught my eye...perhaps because I could say the same about myself.

Wonderful little poem.
13 April 2009 at 04:27
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, it’s taking Tasmania by storm.
13 April 2009 at 07:28
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I get lots of photos of seagulls. I am a fan.
13 April 2009 at 07:30
Kris McCracken said…
Frank, I pinched the title off a seagull from Creature Comforts.
13 April 2009 at 07:30
Irina said…
Great picture! That seagul on the yellow thing is just awesome.
13 April 2009 at 17:12
KL said…
Do you really find such interesting co-passengers in bus everyday!?
14 April 2009 at 09:20
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, the seagull seemed to enjoy itself. I got heaps of photos of it.
15 April 2009 at 08:59
Kris McCracken said…
KL, not every day, but very often. They always talk very loud too.
15 April 2009 at 08:59
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