OJ Jahova Iggle
Bunyip - Poem by OJ Jahova Iggle
Brushing away flies with the hand, the aussie salute.
a wild horse, a Bush oyster, and me.
Come a gutser, see a rustler on my ute.
i like boomerangs, i participate in hard yakka, because
because, because, i. am. australian.
as cross as a frog in a sock. thats me.
because, because, because, i. am. australian.
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