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Aug 2017
The baying gulls they laugh at me
The sea breeze makes me ill
The pasty man shout fresh today
I think I've had my fill

The graceful gulls they swoop and flock
To greet me with a shriek
To stir me in the morning
To sing me off to sleep
Joe
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   --- and Mike Adam
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