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Old 04-15-2021, 08:46 AM   #29945
Uncle Robin
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Thirty pages short of 1/4 done with Australian Poetry since 1788, and FINALLY a poem about its indigenous people, in a poem published around 1950. Apart from a handful of lines in other poems, like "Fears had she; the blackfellow's cruel spear" from the first 170 years of poetry in this anthology, it would be possible to think there were NO humans in Australia before the Europeans arrived.
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