BEATS OF LOVE
95. Something in the Air by Me
The grazing sheep, the divisive red-stone brick
Of a mill-town anger! or is it just innovation stifling the air?
Why commonwealth cousins sailed across a body-filled ocean
owing to the starkest decisions, and ripping, and killing
Thus, as they arrived, the sixties swung so wildly they hurtled
curlers clean into the air, and our rich little cotton spun town
sprang into the sharpest decline
Two sets of once opposing footy firms stand together
united in their micro-aggression, then clean vanish
into a millennial springtime smog
All eyes now on folk they baited on national telly no less
responding with that same carmine fury
As the inflamed suffragette toughening up her fight,
purely to defend a fundamental right
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