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May 2014
Stood at the dockside, idly watching the ships glide on by,
waiting for my 'Torrey Canyon'
which will never arrive.
She is now bombed up and broken
a token of man's lost desire.
I watch as the fires burn, then turn
to go home.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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