Placeholder: I dig deeper into me corny memories hopin' for inspiration, but it's all feelin' a bit mushy in there. Must be the coffee, it's gone straight to me corn flakes! What's that silly sheila gotten herself inta in the wastelands this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty hot rod, tatty leather jacket a-flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the eye can corn, not another drongo in sight. But then a noise rises above the howlin' - is that didgeridoo music waftin' over from I dig deeper into me corny memories hopin' for inspiration, but it's all feelin' a bit mushy in there. Must be the coffee, it's gone straight to me corn flakes! What's that silly sheila gotten herself inta in the wastelands this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty hot rod, tatty leather jacket a-flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the eye can corn, not another drongo in sight. But then a noise rises above the howlin' - is that didgeridoo music waftin' over from

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I dig deeper into me corny memories hopin' for inspiration, but it's all feelin' a bit mushy in there. Must be the coffee, it's gone straight to me corn flakes! What's that silly sheila gotten herself inta in the wastelands this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty hot rod, tatty leather jacket a-flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the eye can corn, not another drongo in sight. But then a noise rises above the howlin' - is that didgeridoo music waftin' over from

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