Hamish Mcintyre' NFF'

A a cultivator you hope he might just listen.?
A man who knows how valuble time is'
When other cockys, take the mission
Just to show the wofkings.' Look mate.)
They are not asking..You to just agree.! 
They know as do I the, land lie planned
And its where, you never want to go ya'see? Look up (agenda 2030) and think
Of the Burma campaign.' The blood and
Sweat, of your protectors, fighting in swamp and gunshots rain.' Some made it
Back to keep a farm.' Yet others never did.! Though you; enjoyed such freedom
That card, now under the deck is being slid.' And the death card is being shuffled'
In the bush city..? Why not check out the
Game.' Break out some..Bickys and tea
Old mate.? And your? Or  our? Cockys, will 
Make the any confab; real plain.'
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