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CREAM FILLED SANDS CORRUGATED BY THE OCEAN'S HAND
TOOK A WALK DOWN TO THE MARKET STREET JUMBLE SALES AND ALL THE USUAL STALLS
PASSED A CORNER CAFE WHERE I SOMETIMES LIKE TO EAT
I LIKE TO SIT AND WATCH THEM LOAD THE SHIPS SO I SIT IN THE SUN AGAINST THE HARBOUR WALL
MADE A NECKLACE OUT OF THE SHELLS OF DIFFERENT KINDS PICKED FROM THE HARVEST THAT THE TIDE HAD LEFT BEHIND
REFLECTIONS OF A DAY NEARLY DONE AND STILL I WONDER WHO HAS LOST OR WON HEAR THE SHINGLE HEAR THE GULLS SING AN OVERTURE THAT LEAVES ME SMILING A DAYDREAM SHAKEN BY A SAILORS LAUGH AND I SMILED BACK THOUGH I TRIED NOT TO
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