Beachwards we race – work’s done, day over, coffee made

and travel-mugs filled.  Today’s sky is clear, sunset’s

not over water; beach-dusk, though, is beautiful.

And tonight, we sit chatting nothing until, by

degrees, topics turn to honest thought, true feeling

and we discover our love once more.  We talk dark

into a chip-escapade, race home – this is life.

The true religion. ...

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THE SEAGULLS ARE WATCHING

The Seagulls are watching

They know what you eat

They’ll mug you for something

To shove down their beak

They like a nice pastie

They’ll steal from your lips

They’ll dive bomb and swoop

And nick all your chips

Relaxing in sunshine 

A holiday dream

Then they’ll feather and flap you

And splat your ice...

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“Darling! Are you in the bath? I’m going
down to the chippy. Do you want a couple

of plaice? They were very good last week. Do
you remember? You had a carton of curry with

your chips! Dearest! I’m just popping out now!
Shouldn’t be long. Do you want some salt and

vinegar? I might call in at ‘the duck’ for one
while they’re frying! Shall I bring you a bro...

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