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Melway Greater Melbourne Street Directory MERV GODFREY and IVEN MACKAY

Day 5
I have accepted the challenge to post the cover of seven books that I love: no explanation, no review, just the cover. Today, Melway Greater Melbourne Street Directory, first created by Merv Godfrey and Iven Mackay. Each time I post a cover, I’ll ask a friend to take up the challenge. Meanwhile, here are 100 words on a word in the title:

Melway (July)

Bunjil Way. Narambi Crescent. Toomuc Road. Toorak Road. Tooronga Road. Moonee Parade. Tullamarine Freeway. Narbethong Drive. Turramurra Road. Yan Yean Road. Carapooka Avenue. Nardoo Court. Wahgunyah Drive. Moondani Drive. Neeroonda Drive. Wallaroo Square. Coorabong Avenue. Nerang Court. Waradgery Drive. Murrumbidgee Street. Waratah Mews. Nillumbik Square. Yow Yow Rising. Yallambie Road. Murrumbeena Road. Yanoniwon Avenue. Nulgarrah Crescent. Yarra Boulevard. Yarrambat Street. Myall Place. Woori Yallock Road. Tali Karng Close. Woorrwarren Lane. Djerriwarrh Track. Woorigoleen Drive. Myoora Road. Woiwurung Crescent. Wimmera Avenue. Myrniong Grove. Warrigal Road. Gunnawarra Road. Warringal Street. Tanjil Court. Wathaurong Drive. Neerim Road. Booran Road. Tarrawarra Road. [July 2018]


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