Strap on?Bella Fortuna wrote:Sometimes it's fun being the straight man...
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Well, yeah, and your point is??AshtonBlack wrote:Strap on?Bella Fortuna wrote:Sometimes it's fun being the straight man...
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At the end of your strap on probablyBella Fortuna wrote:Well, yeah, and your point is??AshtonBlack wrote:Strap on?Bella Fortuna wrote:Sometimes it's fun being the straight man...
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...in a Range Rover.Bella Fortuna wrote:They get driven over a cliff...Deep Sea Isopod wrote:OK, Aussies are usually a harmless, fun loving species in small numbers.... What happens when they start to gather in a large heard?![]()
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No, by white land usurpers on horseback.Gawdzilla wrote:...in a Range Rover.Bella Fortuna wrote:They get driven over a cliff...Deep Sea Isopod wrote:OK, Aussies are usually a harmless, fun loving species in small numbers.... What happens when they start to gather in a large heard?![]()
Did we not know their blood channelled our rivers,
and the black dust our crops ate was their dust?
O all men are one man at last. We should have known
the night that tided up the cliffs and hid them
had the same question on its tongue for us.
And there they lie that were ourselves writ strange.
Never from the earth again the coolamon
or thin black children dancing like the shadows
of saplings in the wind. Night lips the harsh
scarp of the tableland and cools its granite.
Night floods us suddenly as history
that has sunk many islands in its good time.
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