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Mar 2017
It was the seaside
and raining,
Noddy
was not at the fair.


I stayed in the guest house
read books
took long walks around
the breakfast room,

Summer,
I listened to Donna
she was on one of the
radio stations.

The sand looked the same
yellowish and grainy
through the window
in the rain
by the seaside
Summer
again.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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