Hundreds and hundreds,
On their sides almost bursting,
Rounded bases potruding.
Wool bales from across the Monaro.
Merino and Crossbred.
Butts lying open, contents cascade.
The smells of sweat, dung and fleece.
White, cream and yellow piles,
Long and short staples.
The fine and the doggy.
Locks, lambs fleece, pieces and bellies.
Cordained off, the testing equipment.
Bales on rollered benches,
Pierced!
Extracted cores in locked bags.
The forklift,with alarm peeping,
Reverses.
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