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On Scarborough Beach
This beach experience has nothing to do with Yorkshire, except its name! And yes, it does get that hot.
On Scarborough Beach
flash dry fades
in the turn of the world,
a shield of furnace flame
as callous sears
your flickering city
where dance of sea-glint,
fixed near
and cannily coast-wise
primates gather, cower,
crouch in ...
Monday 6th March 2017 9:07 am
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