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Mar 2015
With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee
a boy that promised never to be
a rep that's scarred and scratched
for sure his name's mismatched
as darker skin ya'ever did see
on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee.

A red haired aboriginal boy
matches were only a toy
and he was caught red handed
and always branded
the troublesome fire starter.
poor boy had no farda
he was stolen in a generation
trouble, his one destination
for any of his wild sown seed.
Never had a chance, Billy McGee.
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