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Aug 2011
the beach here is nicest
on the weekends
by sunday, after supper.
the crowds are not crowds,
nor are the remnants of them
so awful, so loud, sweaty
--and you can hear the waves properly!
there are just a few last cottagers
clinging to the sand
and a coupla locals feet in the surf
sippin' beers in the days'
last dying sunbeams.
wrote under the sunset on wahnekewaning beach, ON, on a sunday night, of course.
A L Davies
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A L Davies  32/M/Canada
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