To celebrate Natasha (Perera/a.k.a. Melbourne) I give you, first, a photograph of herself and I on our way to being completely wasted, and secondly, a bad bad poem penned by my beloved Kanya and Danielle about her
'An Ode to Tashi'
Her voice is thin like the air,
There’s hay in my barn like her hair,
She lives at the Plaza,
We call her Kepasha,
…
My favourite time of day
Is when she drops by to say
“I have class”
(Class my arse),
Her brother is Rocky
He is quite cocky
Next up, we have the other Tashi, pictured here as a thank you for being a faithful and persistent reader...
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