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Sep 2024
wind bourn discarded Summer
swirling up and out to sea
frigid waters where seals swim
catching cold bloodied fish
a thin shore betwixt footfall
and watery end- where
many have fallen to their death
- from on high our Island cliffs.
Written by
nivek
44
     old poet MK and Jeremy Betts
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