Trying my hand at a little poetry T’was the night before the election, when all through Parliament House, not a creature was stirring not even an apple mouse. The how to vote cards were hung near the polling booths with… Read More ›
Trying my hand at a little poetry T’was the night before the election, when all through Parliament House, not a creature was stirring not even an apple mouse. The how to vote cards were hung near the polling booths with… Read More ›