Palindrome Prose
Saturday, March 15, 2014
My Country
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
This wide brown land for me!
Dorathea MacKellor
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