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2025.03.10
Victoria Labour public holiday.

I was playing the piano at the M Central,
For hours, every thing was fine,
Until I headed up and saw a line.
I then realised, many other people
Also wanted to play the musical instrument.
I stood up as they clapped.
I believed they were glad,
I gave up and let them play.

I left the place and headed to the train station.
I planned to go to Frankston,
But there was no direct line.
I have to either change at Caulfield or Richmond,
I was not prepared for that complication,
I got on the Cranbourne line
And got off at Southern Cross.
The Williamstown and Frankston trains
Arrived at the same time,
On a shared platform headed opposite directions.
For no apparent reasons. I chosed Williamstown.
The images of the beautiful harbour town,
Flooded into my head.
The images of the transquility, the water still,
At the shore line, there were ferries, ships and cruises,
Private yatches and sails to name a few.
The main street divided the park and
The hustling and bustling famous Nelson Place
All of a sudden, I then realised,
I was not fully equipped to travel any where.
I had no hat, sun cream and all that to observe 
The slip, slop, slap, seek and slide,
I did not want to risk my life.
And play game with UV harmful ray,
I have a handful year to live and play,
And I want to be happy and healthy 
Continue on travelling, playing music and writing poems
Not to be miserable with the skin cancer's battles.
Last but not least, my phone's battery was flat.
I had no choice, I had to get off,
And took the train headed back home.
Not before I stopped by the station,
Got myself V-Line tickets to Paynesville.

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