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A Sea Poem
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Deep within me
lay a sea poem
of long ago;
where air is fresh
but blusters wildly
when southerlies blow,
slick and slimy
mud between the toes-
mangrove's brackish home.
Whitecaps dance
in the open channel
close to where corals grow.
But further than the distance
of childhood ...
Tuesday 11th June 2013 11:00 pm
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