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There was an old wreck-marker from Fowey, Who had been at sea since he was a buoy, But when his mooring wore through, He went where the wind blew, Ending his days on the beach - as a toy.

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clive-blake

67 / M / Cornwall UK

For You?

Written by

clive-blake

67 / M / Cornwall UK

Published: Aug 21, 2017
Time: 1m

Notes: Fowey is pronounced Foy; as in boy
Tags: #cornwall #cornish #fowey #wreck #marker #wreckmarker #bouy #mooring

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