Once a happy seaside town, now briny artefact
The gentle daily tides wash roads so finely bladder-wracked
Gazing down from sunlit undulations I can see
In gardens swaying children calmly looking up at me
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It never fails to disappoint...
Warning: Amphigorical Content!
grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity
i think i prefer a.a.milne
Recycling
An occasional attempt to use up those spare words left over at the end of each day.
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