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On The Swag

His body doubled under the pack that sprawls untidily on his old back, the cold, wet deadbeat plods up the track. The cook peers out: " Oh, curse, that old lag here again with his clumsy swag made of a dirty old turnip-bag." " Bring him in, cook, from the grey, level sleet, put silk on his body, slippers on his feet; give him fire and bread and meat. Let the fruit be plucked and the cake be iced, the bed be snug and the wine be «piced in the old cove’s nightcap: for this is Christ."

R. A. K.

Mason

: : (From "This Dark Will Lighten")

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https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/periodicals/NZLIST19411226.2.32

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 6, Issue 131, 26 December 1941, Page 16

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On The Swag New Zealand Listener, Volume 6, Issue 131, 26 December 1941, Page 16

On The Swag New Zealand Listener, Volume 6, Issue 131, 26 December 1941, Page 16

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