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cherry alder rots away

By Josh ClementsPublished 3 years ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
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British ships

sail by the azure.

Uninvited footprints land,

upon the stretch of gold.

Gunpower erupts,

the British evaporate,

poof.

Lo and behold,

Australia.

And then nowadays,

stained beer glasses spin,

aboard oak bars.

The King doth sits

on a dusty pokie throne.

As we settle in our garden home,

Xavier Rudd on his guitar out back,

while cherry alder rots away,

and we, all the unaustralians, wave.

https://www.changeitourselves.com.au/why

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About the Creator

Josh Clements

Trying to write when my health allows. Fatal Bus Crash Survivor. Spinal Disability. ADHD. PTSD.

Scribbling with a tear and a smile 🥲

Twitter: @JoshClements89

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