MILO WYATT Poems

'Tis on the art of reaving
peeples do not gland
So guvel up all reavings
and spread them out the land.
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Australia is a teenager
Ready, to leave home
It's time to let go of the apron strings
and face the world, on our own.
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Ten years have gone by
and, I haven't forgotten my little girl
one thing I know for sure
it's now, a very different world
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Be steady, be calm
While the dogs of unruliness, surround you
Their energy though fierce
Soon shall expire
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