Best Acca Poems

Plato once wrote, “music’s a shine,
Turns your water into a dark red wine.”
Rock, brass, or groove for when you’re down,
Or if you’re up; ghetto, blues, jazz, MO town.

You wash your soul, bathe to that beat,
Walking beside Roxanne, working the street.
You soak your mind, submerge in...

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ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football

Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders' tights
The day England scorned Wales' rights*
Would arméd football rugby durst

Catch...

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Lets Heal Our Hearts With Love Anew 
(Echo Sonnet, number 4)

Darling, please heal again this broken heart,
once our hands sought each other's soft touch;
when our nights found no dancing was too much.
Always you and I from that kissing start.

Can we find sweet true love and...

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Can anarchy have empathy?
Yes, in our land of Aussies,
We say no wucking furries,
Always more snags on the barbie, 
Still listen to a bit of Acca Dacca,
More burgers and fries from Maccas,
Frocked up in trackie dakkies,
Yes, it's the land of Aussies,
Our form of anarchy has empathy!!!...

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Knowing very well won't ask how are you;
Understand how much stressful to be lone;
Believe me, since you left all my joy flown;
Know you're sad, I'm also in hardship too.
Don't want to express what I'm going through
to return home, it's punishment for me;
There's limitation to...

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