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Jul 2014
Simple nicotine
of the great
unwashed dean

Simply sitting down
on the sandy
bordered town

The village was so windy
you could
almost call it Indy

Boats were anchored
in a different
type of inn

       the wind today
               is warm

                                     the sins are left
                                             to warn

another day will pass
                                      as rain and sand c-clash
Christopher J Argentino
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