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Saturday 3 November 2018

Two Sides - Same Coin

In Forest Row
I write of meditations
Of walks, of flowers

In Cleethorpes
I do not know where the sea is
Or the waves, or the windmill towers

I was, I will
I am, to be
I was, I will, I am, to be

I watch, I cringe
I detect, I am not me
I watch, I cringe; I am, but it’s not me


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