Just heard how many taps there are
that you can turn on in Australia
compared with how many you can't:
a tap you can't,
barely lowers your expectations.
As long as it ain't yours,
a young passing,
a young passage,
doesn't lower your expectations much:
it makes news,
news lowers them,
statistics raise them again.
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