Once upon a morning isle, as I daydreamed, Vanuatu style,
While many friendly, open souls wandered down the shore,
As I pondered, wide and woke, suddenly there came a Moke,
And it was gently revving, revving at my v-birth door,
"Some mad machine ," I muttered, "revving at my v-birth door",
~ Only this and nothing more.
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