In the olden days, like about five years ago'
Take a trip to the west from town..Till you
Arrive at kryal castle..It was the first one
Around..You can see knights jousting? Sit in
The great hall.' I ate fresh baked bread there
Still warm, dipped in fresh cream..peasants
Fare.' To get a feel for the scenes.' For how it
Was in a medevil age, n'all.' There is chance to image how your lot might have been.? Are you
Still on my page.? If you can still walk the
Battlements? You can consider yourself a lord of that age
Or a king.? We hear there were 'great and good' ones of which we should stand in awe.' Their praises sing'
But let me..TELL YOU SOMETHING.. VICTORIANS.!!! Maybe something you have
Already lost..In the old statley world you would
Have lived like you did in twenty twenty through to twenty three.' Then was your mind
And vision blurred? When you begged to old
dan andrews lord of all that he saw.' And he feasted on your misery..And the demands grew more and more.' So if you aspire to
Better.? Give royal delusions a miss.. even a shove. Out the doors' Awaken
To your God and to your ANZAC..And tell your
Country how it now is.' Get rid of ya (cooker rulers?)
Out of their minds on power and drugs, and embrace
Each one another..Stand now 'never more to budge.!!!
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