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THE ART OF ABORIGINAL CULTURE |
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| The strains of Anglo History I am yet to recognise like America.
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| Where are you Aboriginal Man, Aboriginal Woman? |
| God does not exist but Heaven does. |
| In the glory days of Medieval Europe our understanding of you was
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| only did you exist in the supernatural |
| Now we have come to irritate with every indulgence we can add to our |
| European psychosis |
| Someone sold you out. |
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| Don't ignore the dessert coon, long distance trackers |
And the gin with her wisdom helped me out beyond limits
| For the rest of my life |
| My ancestors have been here for seven generations |
| I am aboriginal. |
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