In The CBD
Walking down Collins Street, 7am, it is quiet and unseasonably cold, I was glad I had my jacket on.
“And all who sail in her.” My key walking to work fantasy is Pirates and deck hands, and the likes.
I christen you Troupe Carrier Navajo. Now there’s a troupe, I’d like to carry, let me tell you.
Oh yes, alright. No. No. No. I am agreeing with ya.
I christen you Troupe Carrier Wahinngy.
Better. I am glad you are satisfied.
The Wahinngy, from Arnhem Land.
You’ll see them in the address book under W.
“And all who sail in her.” My key walking to work fantasy is Pirates and deck hands, and the likes.
I christen you Troupe Carrier Navajo. Now there’s a troupe, I’d like to carry, let me tell you.
Oh yes, alright. No. No. No. I am agreeing with ya.
I christen you Troupe Carrier Wahinngy.
Better. I am glad you are satisfied.
The Wahinngy, from Arnhem Land.
You’ll see them in the address book under W.
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