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Sep 2020
The long steps down
to the green sea
sweeping black-green seaweed
high on the sand seen
from the empty band stand
on the cliff top gardens
chased by screaming
ice-cream hunters
are each
rife
with salty memory
and I drink it in
reliving childhood memories on the south coast
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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