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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 1                                                                                                                 page-57 dead land red they are on the beach with their ancestors and spears they are on the beach in this bicentential year telling cook to take his gifts and go i am on the beach at botany bay that same day when the land died i smell its great drying end from far inland i don't go near it it has changed its face dead land red lost its soul without a whisper of protest i listen but the koories are still we are on the beach without a land i listen to a giant red corpse too still to stir in its grave      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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