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Late afternoon falls on a darkening sea,
Homeward steps shuffle in fading light.
Cloud turns a cosy shade in the scene,
Won't be long before today is tonight.
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Burleigh Hill helps decisions― it’s that kind of place,
You mull about with friends for the best time ever.
Choices have been made, spend time to retrace,
Watch the sunrise― it will all come together.
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At Burleigh early, the clouds all join together,
There's a soft glow where the edges fray.
Dog lovers wander on, the days are cooling over,
Saturday sunrise— on a perfect Autumn day.
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Sun, waves, pandanus, all seem to go together,
Like short pants, shoes and long socks.
But choice of course is depending on whether,
You're Artie, Andy, Georgina, Gail― whatever.
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When the sun appears, it creeps up and away,
Such an awesome view from Burleigh Hill.
Up over the horizon and into the sky,
So full of energy― never seems to sit still.
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Tallebudgera is pretty close to Burleigh,
It's my favourite part of the coastline.
Every season is perfect in every way,
And those waves just keep rollin' in.
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The beach was wide open as I wandered yesterday,
Hi‑rises were drawing long shadows.
The winter sun carved stripes crossing my way,
I've got goosebumps and nobody knows.
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Our sun was holding back this morning,
Sessions Surf Festival began on Burleigh Hill.
Waves were pumping, with locals supporting,
Then it burst through the Autumn chill.
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The surf festival kicked off before sunrise,
A community surf opener at Burleigh.
All morning, loads of surf talent rocked up,
Dope Lemon drifted later, from Miami.
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Pandanus palms are seen on every beach,
A perfect backdrop when you’re playing guitar.
The trees are survivors of salt spray and wind,
Something tells me they belong where they are.
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BREAKING NEWS:
Rogue AI Insects Found in Suburban Gardens


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Emma wraps her tongue 'round her snout,
She could be tasting the salt breeze.
But I could be wrong, without a doubt,
She possibly might even sneeze.
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Dark trees stand guard where the river bends,
Everyone is switching to LED light.
It's still dinner time― is the message it sends,
Flying fox hang out in dark of night.
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Another afternoon you'd rather hold on to,
Such a gentle moment of the day.
It's almost night, yet the sky stays blue,
The breeze chills you as the sun slips away.
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