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Feb 2020
There's a seashore
of time somewhere
that lives in my imagination
I know I can't go there

but its voice keeps echoing
'set sail when the weather is fair'
I reply: 'it's the tail-end of my life
the dreams of my youth I no longer wear'.
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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