.The Melaleucaâs sway back and forth
As he trudges through the scrub
Sweat drains through his beard, hot sun boils his blood
Pains of hunger setting in, he must find a place to rest
Find himself some dinner, another fucking test
Peeling back the banksia to see a bank wet and.
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