the ball the ball
the spinning ball
will break your heart
tear you apart
it’s just a game
they say
it’s not
it’s so much more
than that
it’s life
lived large
upon the great green stage
a place to rage
rejoice
be brave
shed tears
drink beers
give cheers
and curse the opposition
their dread mission
to destroy us.
not my city anymore o, Melbourne gone the Biting Eye Catcher Thumping Tum Sebastian’s Bertie’s Southern Cross bar jazz haunts folk dives...
different toilets in the night no guiding light strange bed wrong height no morning tea no toast no shower up at an ungodly hour...
man stands naked on the platform muscular and hairy shiny taut ready for our eyes our charcoal and our rubbers man stands naked and...
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