Oh my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not And restless and lost on a road that I know.
On the same line of reasoning if Australians were to be Australians or...
It is a matter of public shame that while we have now commemorated our...
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My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober he was mostly in...
To the former child migrants who came to Australia from a home far away led...
At home I've got a very puerile juvenile sense of humour.
For one swallow does not make a summer nor does one day and so too one day or a short time does not make a man blessed and happy.
