NIMBIN
From Byron
Bay by magic bus
Slow train
cars and Susan’s sounds
In the
showgrounds by the park
Friends
gathered at night with guitars
Because
love’s fantasy consumed me
Because
sweet fate and Gunja used me
Then in
rolling mist as daylight fades
Then in
stories told by magic glades
Rainbows
wrought in fire and fear
Two gypsy
boys and faeries queer
Two Tassie
punx met in Nimbin town
Over the
hills and far far away
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