Tamarama Beach

ideal that I like but I think this year I need to push myself and I think I need to go for funny.

Look this one's niche and it's very Sydney coded but remember in Fashion Week there was the man who gate crashed the show at Tamarama Beach.

The unbothered king.

The unbothered king walking down the stairs at Tamarama doing his stretches and going in for a little swim.

This recording is in the public domain.

Tamarama Beach by Victor J. Daley.

Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson.

The waves are dancing in the sun, A jeweled crown has each; Their raiment is of silver spun On Tamarama Beach.

Upon a far-off summer day We sat on this gray stone; Now you are half the world away, And I sit here alone.

What made the pebbles jewels rare? What turned the sands to gold? The Prince of Fantasy was there In those fine days of old.

I only know the songs you sing, They were not made by me.

You are a queen of songs sublime, So I have often read; While I am a poor prince of rhyme, Long disinherited.