Joanna
Ants, Mosquitos & Creepy Taxi Drivers
I wasn’t really prepared for how sad I was to leave the Simba Lodge. Hold on… I take that back. I was sad to leave Simba’s pool. My time...
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I'm going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain.
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Banking off of the northeast winds, sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
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Henry Nilsson
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