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Yarra Valley

Arcadian almost snake like road, moonlit, bumpy and quiet,
Fox tippy-toed across to the burrow,
In anticipation thrown a singular look,
Beyond the gate lovely nook,
For you, the least I could do.


Verdant but with a lot of grunt,
The prospect of this dyad
Simple and straight,
Let's take a bite,
In the isolated carrel,
Not a room as some would call it,
As the intention was to enjoy, 
Learn and study,
Predominantly all of you.
Suzanne!



With Blue-Eyed Boy in a glass,
Taste of your skin on the lips,
Throws and dips,
Dolores sang her heart out,
Diving in a bout,
Where memories meet passion,
Tango Criollo moving the hips,
A step toward the scent, and;
The citadel was to fall after a long siege,
I found my refuge, deep in it,
Where no enemy could touch,
Enjoying every bit of it, thank you very much.

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