No Place To Hide

Silent and still, the night surrounds the weary warrior's bed - While the tumult of the killing ground rages inside his head - Though long ago and far away, War spreads its fingers wide - He feels its fiery touch each day - Sleep gives no place to hide. - Lachlan Irvine.

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Monday, November 30, 2009

The Liberal Leadership Song

It's just a purge of the left,
And then a leap to the right.
Big Malcolm was in charge,
The mad monk wanted a fight.
But it was climate change
That finally drove them in-say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ane.
Libs in a time warp again.
Libs in a time warp again.

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