the great heave of recent war

lay back swallowed by the cold channel floor

beach out of bounds

with its lullabies of mines and barbed wire

marram grass saluted a past

like a bereavement

as we climbed from the train at Harwich

en route by Bedford coach to a week of levity

the boiler of the locomotive hissed in the rain

platform alight with puddles

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Let's hear it for Blackpool

trams lit up at night

gliding on like Fairyland

whether dull or bright.

A welcome like a cleavage

a smile for everyone

entertainment wherever you look

and the tower a wonderful sight.

Food prepared by the bucket

nothing much wrong with that

If you get indigestion

there's always the funny hat.

Try to be there in the Autumn

when the ...

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