Beep!
Beep! I’m in a bush, singing a song from an old man who lived on this land but died of a white man’s gunshot wound. He felled from the first round while his son collecting seeds around. Roo, roo, roo. Don’t run from me you too! Come to me, I need a mouthful from your ghee. I like how you bending your knees then throwing them in the air like bungees, you cheeky monkeys! Will you listen to me, please?! It is getting dark, what to eat tonight?! Hum, you aren’t hungry, right? No! Don’t give me that look again, I know we haven’t eaten day and night any grain. Sh..! there might be a vampire. Put…
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