Must be like the Whatipu rave!

I'm sure it was

Such a forgotten but longing of the natural buzz

Crooked Weta's and the Glow Worm scene
a land beyond time

Come see and feel, just what I mean


Of innocent played, an open door
fears you may, grab that oar

Bats! more bats!

Hanging posers of the moonlight

An insaciable hunger
so timely
that the crawling eyes
look and feel

Such sweet berries of deepest vein thirst

what ever could be a worst

Within a breath all blew away
there will be

No death today

An untouched land
in many ways

Haere Mai

Come out to the plays

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