In Possum Land By Henry Lawson – Poems Series

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    In Possum Land the nights are fair,
the streams are fresh and clear;
no dust is in the moonlit air;
no traffic jars the ear.

With Possums gambolling overhead,
‘neath western stars so grand,
Ah! would that we could make our bed
tonight in Possum Land.

Note: This poem is in the public domain.

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