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Guardians of Peace

Crossing hostile waters at night, besieged by shinning moonlight, and the stream of garbage in the river, we've come to fight, for glory, a winning struggle, until we lose our raft to the rapids and swim to the left bank, sufficiently crazy to entertain a surprise attack, but we're spotted by their sharpshooters picking us up one by one, so when my time came to act as the last frontier, I was given a new chance to protect myself by letting them know how I've won the lottery to Australia, thinking will the Ausies like my new clothes? Each of us is a limit to the other.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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