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Apr 2017
Seashore
Clouds are forming
Shapes a plenty
Sunshine and rain
Never leaving me empty
Sand and the shingle
Between my toes
As the tide comes in
So relaxingly slow
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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