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They boarded a flight to Alice Springs,
intrigued as to what the Red Centre brings,
from dreamtime stories, a culture treat,
to drunk Aboriginals roaming the street.
Didn’t stay for too long but up for some fun,
they found novel ways to see the sun,
they watched it set astride a camel’s hump,
then rise in a balloon ride, touched down with a bump.
They took a camping tour to Uluru,
that’s Ayers Rock to me & you,
Kings Canyon and The Olgas completed the tour,
walked for hours, made their muscles sore.
Slept under the stars wrapped up in a swag,
on top of an ant’s nest - jeez what a dag!
Ate damper bread cooked on the campfire,
their joke repertoire was pretty dire.
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