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In Echuca
In Echuca/ boys are boys / and girls/
know their place/ nowhere/ now/ here
In Echuca/ birds are barred from the barrel
In Echuca/ if your plumage is exotic/
better sing a very quiet song/
boys who like sex are studs/
yair ‘e ‘olds th crutchin’ record/
girls who like sex/ are sluts/ Gerrorf
that town bike/ where anorexia/
won’t make ya nervosa/ and real girls/
put fingers to lips/ in bars/ sshh/
In Echuca/ the hot north wind dries out/
the tender heart/ before it gets a start/
In this town/ boys do/ girls/ do not
Kerry Scuffins
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