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The Turning Of The Tide
The Turning Of The Tide
… and the ocean’s spoke
in a voice of wrath and anger
that sounded like dark pebbles
rolling towards the shore
in a blood red tide,
‘You have given us your detritus
and so we return yours’.
And their tone
was accusatory,
and their vengeance swift…
It started on a sunny day
with naked bodies basking
in warm August sun.
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Saturday 13th April 2019 5:49 pm
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