In Australia, according to many southerners
right northerners are most opposed
to being told what to do,
then come left norths,
then right souths,
then left.
When either north comes to rule,
its more powerful independence
makes numerically superior south
toss it out
when times are good,
kow tow
when they're bad,
and blame it
for what is sad.
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