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Jun 07, 2011 20:26

[There's a low, pleased sounding hum over the phone line one morning. Then a chuckle. Australia is obviously amused by something and then he starts to sing:]

Once a jolly swagman camped by the billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me!

[He draws out the last note, luckily he's got a decent voice even if his song choice is cliché. Then he laughs again.] S'been a while since I could hear properly! Never thought I'd miss the sound of my own voice. Now I have to get used to it all over again.

How's everyone feelin' then? All you poor bastards woke up alright? Good. Anyone not feeling alright... Well, don't come to me coz I'm useless at this shit but find someone you can whinge to.

he's a poet and he knows it, !event: spring cleaning, it's been a rough week, i am australia and what is this, !regain, kind of an idiot, australia the earless no more

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