A convict`s view of the first fleet
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Daniel Holland, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2005
Today we reached this so called hell,
I should not be stuck in this cell,
They say hell is just a word,
But I bet this place is much worse,
My hands cut,
My back lashed,
My neck strained with whiplash,
If I had stopped,
Turned back the clock,
I would not have picked Mr.John`s lock!