Our Magna Carter shakes at its core
We are under the water and needing more
Straws for those who are under drowning
Wanting help to contend with the clowning
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Rescuers become persecutors if allowed to burn
They feel the heat and go to sleep in their turn
Passing the buck to others on fire
Filo and salad kindly served our desire
.
There is not much rope and life lines few
Our aroma mixed with poison anew
And some of it sticks so we go to recoup
We need space to talk over a bowl of hot soup
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Drinking flat white down with the leaf undisturbed
Sucking under and leaving the outer preserved
Sunken image a delicate sign of our state
Tuscan beans are very broad on the plate
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Dripping lemon juice over crusty bread
Buying a book and enjoying the spread
Watching hanging birds in clear glass frames
A Sleeping Brolga and flying Ibis amongst other names
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A hanging Honey Sucker too expensive for us
We buy recipes and healing scripts as such
Ways to wash revenge that seems to stay
We draw this straw of breath today
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