Bombs In The Outback

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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In the town of Oodnadatta and the one called Paramatta live the weirdest little guys two inch short are shins and thighs heads of supersize proportions spinal columns with distortions eyes are crossed, all hair is green facial features set to mean spittle falling on the fingers and an odour that still lingers. No one asks what happened here are they silent out of fear? Let me quickly give the answer all these people suffer cancer when the Brits that time exploded bombs the people's health eroded gone was genuine DNA and the people have to pay. Have they learned from their mistakes no, they are doing what it takes to re-create some old disasters praised and directed by their masters you ask if there is some dissension oh no, it means they get no pension.

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