QF1: Sydney to London
Acres and acres of
unfenced time,
I can run through
the meadow, jump the stream
of my mind. No
tasks can be done, a picnic
day is
declared. But there’s a clear start
and an end – the
journey will finish before
I stumble across any crumbling cliffs.
I stumble across any crumbling cliffs.
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