Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
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