X
While no country xists
whose name begins with X
we know there is a place
possibly one of those specks
which mark a spot, which signal
a reason to perplex
for there might be a treasure
aye, though palm or spinifex
have grown o'er ground
once tossed and turned, and
search may become complex.
But where would be the fun and joy
where quests revealed a holy grail
in a casing of perspex?
From an early age I imagined travelling, writing a diary of a world tour well before I earned any money. My imagination was fed by my father's collection of travel brochures. As an adult I did, and still do, travel, but on this blog not all reflects direct experience.
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