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Cloud Arch, Clover Moore, limerick, poem, poetry, Sydney sculpture
Mayor Clover has money to burn,
And post modernist sculptors must earn;
She says: “Make it wavy,
I’ll dish out the gravy.”
Don’t look, or your stomach may churn.
A Cloud over Clover
29 Tuesday Jul 2014
Posted in Satire
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