You Won't Find It on The Map
We live not inland, but on the beach,
where splashing waves and sand crabs reach.
So, we style the place we dwell Outland,
where people's ears are filled with sand.
Like English, our cuisine is blandish,
but our languish is Outlandish.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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