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Jan 2017
A small nest in a large sea,
the beat of the blades keeps
time for those still alive,
whose desperate waves
defy tide timetables.

The camera zooms in on
anguished faces and still ones.
We lean forward screened from pain,
listening to the death count,
time and time and time again.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay, --- and K G
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