Rebels
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In the Flanders field
The Poppies wilt
They heard about
The poor Australian guilt
Our Captain said it wouldn’t do
To fire on Aussie men so true
Their duty bound them to rebel
We like to giddy on up
in our pickup trucks
hopefully we do not get stuck
while trying to mud wrestle
Look at the rebels of old,
of their joys and pain,
GRASP their sensory
EMBRACE
CARESS their views.
It's why we're here.
a foundation
CHURNING
DISCERNING
