What was I thinking? A country boy doesn't belong in Perth.
I was told the CBD was clean and safe, but as I walk into peak-hour Hay Street gridlock, I'm thrown. The alley beside His Majesty's
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Paper plates, paper cups.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.