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Jul 29
From the beach
We see a
Wind farm wave.

James calls them
Windmillows,
And I smile.

Now he calls
These windmills,
And I frown.

Soon they will
Be turbines -
I shall grieve.
Written by
Hywel Vaughan-Davies  50/M/UK
(50/M/UK)   
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