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'Crook by name ...'

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Jim Croce soundtrack
and
cliches
in a leather suitcase –
photographs and memories

do you remember

when

cameras used film
negatives were stored
photographs were printed
at Indooroopilly Shoppingtown
while we caught up and roamed,

when

births, deaths, marriages
and aftermaths
were faithfully recorded
on my crappy camera
that I always carried,

when

everyone thought they had found the one,
then they found the next one
and the next one,

when

we wore hippy skirts
exotic accessories and footwear,
then moved on to Relax Wham t-shirts
permed hair
and near permanent scowls,

when

bad hair was everywhere,
our changing styles
matched our way-out friends –
now gone to the dogs
or missing in action,
a few just floated away with the tide …

when

we were inseparable
comrades-in-arms

Me on the left (the only photo with a partial of the boots)