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  • Intro
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  • The Visit
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  • Jan 2024

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At Budds Beach, the afternoon unfolds in serenity,
The air you breathe, sun-kissed sand, the contrast.
Time stretches languidly, the palm trees sway,
Long shadows dance, a perfect day sweeps past.


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When dawn visits and horizon awakens,
Currumbin’s shore hides secrets untold.
Metallic ribs stretch skyward― as ancient guardians,
Chains begin clanking with tales of old.

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The sun, creeps up slowly, it never fails,
Reflections on rooftops, solace is grand.
Shaded images show chill on mirrored panes,
This tiny coastal suburb, nestled in the sand.


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A dandelion dropped from the sky, so free,
A sculpture spun from gossamer threads.
Over the shore waves wash from the sea,
A perfect sunrise has us leap from our beds.


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In the earliest of dawn, by Currumbin shore,
Stand petals of orange with translucent glow.
Where sky meets land, there's mystery everywhere,
The sun holds secrets we're yet to know.


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I wish I knew what they are hiding away,
Secretly tucked amongst the bushes.
Danger? keep out? Authorised personnel only?
I know what I'd do if I had three wishes
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There's a sand blizzard at Gold Coast Seaway,
Quite an attraction, with much to explore.
It's all so popular from Sunday to Sunday,
Visit once and you'll be back for more.


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You can nearly see the sun tucked away,
Today it smiled but now it’s time to move on.
Beams stretch out from cloud in the sky,
Another glorious day― soon gone.


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Figures rug up, cold wind whispers by.
Even the loyal dog wears a woolly overcoat,
As the sun falls away in the western sky,
It’s a good time to wind in their float.

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Any time you cross the bridge at night,
You'll find lights in every direction.
Cars will beam both left and right,
The moon makes an east-west rotation.


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Friday night from the Isle of Capri bridge,
You can see boats and jet skis head home.
Stand by the rail, close up to the edge,
Watch light trails with reflected light roam.


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Kirra Point lets life's parade unfold,
Check out waves from the wooden shade shed.
Great for a party; how many does it hold?
Might be best to hold it on the sand instead?

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Have you heard of the Kirra Hill secret?
They're using machines to nearly move mountains.
Mother Earth is getting dressed in a matted jacket,
For Kirra Hill’s new look― fresh landscaped gardens.

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From a distance you see hi-rise chunks,
Of a growing Surfers Paradise city.
The vantage point is Kirra Point rocks,
Lots of tongue and tail wags today.


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Point Danger is known for its rugged shore,
Where whales breach in early morn light.
Duranbah Beach runs beside the Tweed River,
Further south Cook Island is just in sight.


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Two cygnets were out paddling at dawn,
Both mum and dad were leading.
The sun arrives― it's a fresh new morn,
With that warm and fuzzy-wuzzy feeling


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I wonder if there’s any action at Kirra Café today,
Let’s try a Chiaro, maybe a Scuro Cappuccino.
If you wave a steam wand while cruising the bay,
Frothin’ up Kirra shore on the go.

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You know it's Spring when the birds sing loudly,
You know it's Spring when your grass is getting greener.
You know it's Spring when Superman is on the telly,
And the time when Charles de Gaulle is in flower.

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I’ve been busy in the backyard workshop, crafting wooden wonders. From custom bookshelves to garden planters. My hands have been shaping raw timber into functional and beautiful pieces. It’s a labour of love. Rustic or whimsical it adds warmth and character to my home on cool and sunny afternoons.

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​Emma's pretty well known around the entire east coast,
She's been sailing rivers and lakes a long time now.
She eyes off Water Dragons, whatever else swims past,
It’s been a decade of patience― she’s still learning to row.

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