When Barbie is irrelevant,
Pick up your weapon,child;
You are not just a pretty face,
Even roses have thorns;
You are faced with a mask wearing world;
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My Home Australia, Poetry by David J Delaney
This is Australia my home,
where beast and human freely roam,
where termite mounds have stood for years
and country pubs serve ice cold beers.
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