Sitting here, as the rain drops from the sky here on the east, a reminder of how wonderful the West is.
Kopara the little lost town in the hicks of backcountry.
A village that may still have the taint of celeb'. "City Celebrity, Country Nobody"
The dream of some maybe eternal youth, imagine slipping a hand under a bed to find a container of "Natural Glow"

The spirit of Suzanne Paul takes all the wrinkles away, and if that sun does reveal itself, its SPF-30 is gonna be a winner.
For me getting a glow aint such an appeal, though the mad woman wrestle for that lone pottle is.
For me it's the stroll into the bush to find Amber Peebles nestle'd in a little cave beneath a fallen treee... Poor we thing, she was left behind when the show wrapped up

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Oh and imagine the entertainment if ole Cocksie, tool belt and all, comes head to head with dangerous, squaring off in tool man duel.

10 paces, spinning hammers and chizels light up the air between them. (sorry Mr Wederal your fire show, finally meets it's match)
Bring on the weekend, I am tired already....
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