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The Chair
No-one cares about me now,
Not even the other chairs.
My legs creak, my back groans,
And one of my arms is gone.
My skin is ripped, my flesh exposed,
The bounce all gone from me.
No-one cares for this old, old chair,
And yet I'll soon be gone.
As gone as the rubish around me,
And as gone as . . .
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In Memory Of The Anzacs
In memeroy of the Anzacs who fought in the war.
In memory of the ones who live no more.
In memory of the Anzacs who fought and died.
In memory of the loved ones who cried and cried.
In memory of the Anzacs who fought the fights.
In memory of those who didn't last the nights.
In memory of the Anzacs, who with . . .
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