Sunday 11 August 2019

The Moke III, by crewman Beau

Again within our purple steed, we circled Efate without want or need,

And a sign we spotted, "Blue Lagoon" were the words it bore,

Ah, a chance to dash, and in the water splash,

Like the sprites and pixies of ancient yore,

Where so many had gone before, 

~ We swam, and laughed, and nothing more.  

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