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Woke up in my Koori bed Shook the cobwebs from my Koori head Splashed cold water on my Koori face Then looked about my Koori place Crossed over to my Koori sink And poured myself a Koori drink Felt an inside hungry Koori need So cooked myself a Koori feed Switched on my Koori radio To listen to the Koori show Caught up with all the Koori news As I put on both my Koori shoes Found my cleanest Koori top Then headed for my Koori stop Met a sister there with a Koori pram Together we boarded the Koori tram Found myself a Koori seat Sat down at looked at my Koori feet Raised my head in time to see coming down the aisle A black man dressed in tramway green, wearin a Koori smile A leather bag hung from his neck holding tickets cash and keys His eyes caught mine he grinned and said..... …….Darks Please! Darks Please! Darks Please! Mac
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