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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 1                                                                                                                 page-74 DOWN UNDER Me and my mates We sit around And do the usual thing We drink and smoke and gamble Swear and fight and sing Me and my mates We sit around In cold weather and hot We don't care whether we're pissed or killed Or bashed or stoned or shot Me and my mates We sit around Together and laugh We never think or plan or give Or take or wash or bath Those mates of mine Still sit around Not knowing right from wrong They bludge and sell and buy The hash that fills their bongs.      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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