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Feb 2020
The line is crossed,
like a hull breach, too late.
The damage, after impact,
impossible to negate.
All involved, lost. At sea.
You clearly weren't thinking,
not thinking clearly.
Written by
Andy Hewitt  52/M/Manchester, England
(52/M/Manchester, England)   
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   Leisha, Sue Collins and George
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