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I wondered if a book of grey was a sign, and quickly flicked through it. Although it was not literary nonsense, there did not seem much relevance to my life or predicament, so I did not investigate further, and donated it to the Bronte library Bronte section.
Whatever will be, will be,
and if Agnes Grey re-enters my story,
I will return to the Bronte area library,
and look it up under section Bronte.
Paddington Bear Gives us a Scare
We walked up through Bondi at quite a pace, and were just having five minutes in Paddington sitting against a wall, when a bear entered the street and headed straight towards us.
He looked quite harmless dressed in an old hat and coat; and carrying a suitcase, but you never know!
He came right up to us and asked us if he was heading in the right direction for Peru. I’d seen a boat heading to Peru from Bondi Beach, so I informed the Paddington Bear.
He thanked me, and before leaving gave us a marmalade sandwich each.
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Moon moves milky
waves washing whales
rising rolling roaming
entrancing ethereal eternal.
Sighting Sydney is a Sight for Sore Eyes
Sea and shore had been serenely silent for seventeen hours, with only the appearance of moon wave whales worthy of recording here.
Then we saw Sydney on the horizon, and it looked open and peaceful, so we looked forward to landing and recovering after so many days at sea.
Just before reaching land I thought I saw a commotion out at sea, but the next moment it was gone. None of the others seemed to have seen it, so I didn’t say anything.
There wasn’t time anyway, as we had to decide where to dock.
Docking at Sydney
Cronulla looked made of vanilla
Coogee appeared too easy
so we landed at Bronte
as it seemed to have something to say.
There was no time for wuthering
as the winds reached record heights.
We saw a woman by the name of Jane Eyre
fly head over heels all up in the air
dropping a book our way
by the name of Agnes Grey.
The book looked promising, and not at all literary nonsense.