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Down at Portleven where the harbour Watches Day in, day out, filling with small craft I sit in the sunshine Legs crossed and sketch These rocking cradles Sleeping. Blue netting tangles the edges with orange buoys Draping the nursery in a softening Becoming gentle rhymes The air sits still And today my drawings Hang on a wall. Love Mary x.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Cradles of Portleven.
Down at Portleven where the harbour Watches Day in, day out, filling with small craft I sit in the sunshine Legs crossed and sketch These rocking cradles Sleeping. Blue netting tangles the edges with orange buoys Draping the nursery in a softening Becoming gentle rhymes The air sits still And today my drawings Hang on a wall. Love Mary x.
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mary-gay-kearns
67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
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