DIMIA is my shepherd; I shall have to wait.
He maketh me to read the booklets: he leadeth me to assessments and medicals.
He restoreth my inbox; he leadeth me to paths Down Under for his country's sake.
Yea, though I live through the valley of the life in limbo, I will fear no rejection:
for I have been assigned a case officer; thy rules and thy regulations, they confuse me.
Thou preparest a quota before me in the presence of thy requirements:
thou anointest my head with hope; my apprehension runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my waiting:
and I shall dwell in the hope of DIMIA for ever.

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