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australian formal poetry, Australian traditional poetry, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry
With speed the Hungarian labours
To finish a fence armed with sabres;
With razor sharp wire;
A wall to admire.
Good fences, they sure make good neighbours.
dnobrienpoetry 
Once there were walled cities. Now, many want walled nations. But Australia does have its moat, as you’ve said. 🙂