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Seen in a Melbourne laneway.
I forgive the blokes who steal my milk crates and make ‘lego-men’ sculptures around Melbourne.
I forgive the delivery man who’s always late because he’s having an affair with his teenage-sweetheart from way back when.
I forgive the hot summer morning sun for ruining the milk.
I forgive the homeless and the hungry who live on stolen milk and scraps from cafe rubbish bins.
I forgive the rain for the day it washes away the chalk.
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I forgive the blokes who steal my milk crates and make ‘lego-men’ sculptures around Melbourne.
I forgive the delivery man who’s always late because he’s having an affair with his teenage-sweetheart from way back when.
I forgive the hot summer morning sun for ruining the milk.
I forgive the homeless and the hungry who live on stolen milk and scraps from cafe rubbish bins.
I forgive the rain for the day it washes away the chalk.