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This Anglo-Celt Is blood and guts Living. An ancient cradle Harbouring the fugitive - Wanted, Dead or Alive. An asset untapped In any official aspect, But coming online As we speak in tongues Of this multi-flavourism We call Australia. Idiots are idiots The world over - They'll never learn And we, the enlightened, Can profit no end By their foolish follies. So sit back - relax; The hard work's done.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
An Anglo-Celt in Oz
This Anglo-Celt Is blood and guts Living. An ancient cradle Harbouring the fugitive - Wanted, Dead or Alive. An asset untapped In any official aspect, But coming online As we speak in tongues Of this multi-flavourism We call Australia. Idiots are idiots The world over - They'll never learn And we, the enlightened, Can profit no end By their foolish follies. So sit back - relax; The hard work's done.
7-8/3/2014 Enough is Enough, 5 of 9 (Night)
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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