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My heart has been torn..My mind assulted; Yet the dust it
Is settling, red dirt; black earth; almost grey bulldust.' I am
In my dreaming.' Deep yet alert.' I'm singing in tune, to the
Creak of existence's ancient harmony; Kukaburra calls out
The Goanna slithers, and I hear and see.' I see 1914 1918
The ANZACS pushed back, no more retreats; 
Villers Bretonnaux.! I hear old
Morehead at Tobruck.))) No retreat he stressed though we
Die where we stand! This, the former headteacher Would teach rommel.! About defeat, and 'claus schwab?'
And old gorged psoriasis.' They remember.. Well they knew  !
Axis powers defeated, by a strong
Army full of ingenuity ' i see migrant boat waves, coming in
Yet they got stopped.! The W E F did not like that one bit.'
A country that saw to its own best interests first.?  And
Africa oxymoronically.) is next on the list.' This to them
 Was insufferable.! Fast forward to the planned-demic
2019 covid 19.? W H O.' got real sick in 2019..? The door was
Going to open on egregious;  sadistic; house arrest; they
Wanted to make an example, to humanity.' Here are the
Famous independant Aussies.' Melbourne forced into a
Stagnational state.' This is what happened to you Australia.'
You were to be broken.' Because of your independant spirit
And the distance that supported you.' a special effort was made'
For you might become contagious? and inspiring; to the whole
World.' WAKE UP AUSTRALIA..' Stand and defend.!

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