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Aug 2012
How relaxing to sit aboard a small row boat,
Amidst the wide blue ocean,
When suddenly from the salty depths,
There is a stiring potion,
Tiny rings of air are danced up to the surface,
And suddenly a fin appears,
That slender body and delicate stroke,
The kindest sight my eyes have encountered for years.
written in 2009
Simon Clark
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Simon Clark
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