Ken took us to the southern hemisphere but had difficulty conversing with the towhee-bird ...
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| I only speak Mauri. |
Bryan soliloquised about his gardening skills ...
Lynda took a maritime journey on board a vessel in this state of disrepair ...
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| Uncharted waters beneath our bow. |
Paul was circumspect regarding a person with a muddled mind ...
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| He talks in soft whispers ... |
Then we sailed again ...
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| Them native maids, them tropical glades we soon shall see again. |
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