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May 2017
I got a big red digital watch, from Paraguay
Sandels a short sleeve shirt, shorts, change, smoke a cigarette
I am standing looking out to sea
Wandering how it must have been
To be moored there for six days
In the sun and the sand and the rain and the sun and its flames
burning
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