Here's a place for Port Phillip Writers if you have a short story or poem let me no I'm put it up cheers here's one of mine to Start.
Ghost Girls
Dark nights bright lights beam down on Ghost Girls who ply their sex on the Grey Street,
The George hotel stands Sentinel on the dark street of night trade.
Golden Brown is all they hang for, Golden Brown is all they live for,
and Golden Brown is what they die for, Ghost Girls Ghost girls.
Ghost Girls of the night walk the street of Greeves with tearers for Golden Browns warm embrace
Lost in the night trade for human souls they ply their sex for Golden Browns warm embrace.
Golden Brown is all they hang for, Golden Brown is all they live for, and Golden Brown is what they die for, Ghost Girls Ghost girls.
Sitting in bars killing pain killing time drinking whisky and rye in time no time for angel no time for pain just one time for golden browns warm embrace.
Golden Brown is all they hang for, Golden Brown is all they live for, and Golden Brown is what they die for, Ghost Girls Ghost Girls.
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