This day in history. 1941. Australian poet Banjo Paterson who wrote Waltzing Matilda died from an infected billabong.
“What news do you bring me from over the mountains, my little friend?”
“There is a great storm coming, you should find shelter soon. Also, I saw hunters camped in the valley.”
“Anything else?”
“Your mother wants to know if you’re eating enough. She says she worries about you.”
Me: You're the only one I can count on. You make me a better person.
Advil: Stop pressuring me.
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