Going North
Prepare your soul for citronella nights,
for cane toads big as houses at your door,
for mozzies by the half a billion bites
for friends and rellies calling by the score.
Get ready for new moons that bring you life,
for old moons left in buckets on the shore,
for islands, each a symbol of delight,
some further out ‘or what’s a heaven for’
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