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Aug 2010
The sea,
dark tonight -

lights twinkle on a hill
and there is the sinister sound
of shingle been dragged down
into reluctant depths.

Above,
a foreign-bound jet
flies into the distances
of refreshing differences
and welcome change.
Written by
john oconnell
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