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PORTREATH
(This poem is dedicated to the select members of the S.A.S. .... Surfers Against Sewage)!
I’m just swimming in Portreath
Just going through the 'motions'
A large environmental car thief
Made of a thousand witches potions
I’ve streaming eyes and raspy throat
A throbbing head and aching ear
The only safe place is a boat
I’d never write “Wish you were here!”
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Tuesday 11th November 2014 1:00 pm
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