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A seaside girl I met her Down on the Prom It was out of season Her hair was the colour Of miles of sand That lay like a blanket Along the coast Behind us the arcades Pumped out their noise As she looked in my eyes I heard her beauty A woman now By no means a girl I couldn't but help Picture her - nineteen Then as if She'd read my mind She told me of summers When the crowds had come Behind us the Sky Tower Stood like a parent Proudly watching her children Paddle in the surf She pointed to where The Pavilion had stood In the distance wind turbines Stood strangely still I used to watch Your children play Down on the sands Such beautiful kids I smiled and nodded Her eyes were blue Like the distant mountains Out to the west And then a sadness Crossed her face On the horizons the turbines Began to turn I long for my youth I wore a bikini I took her hands The rain began to cry Then as quick She disappeared Into the air That now seemed colder Who she was I still can't tell My mind has named her Sunny Rhyl
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Sunny Rhyl
A seaside girl I met her Down on the Prom It was out of season Her hair was the colour Of miles of sand That lay like a blanket Along the coast Behind us the arcades Pumped out their noise As she looked in my eyes I heard her beauty A woman now By no means a girl I couldn't but help Picture her - nineteen Then as if She'd read my mind She told me of summers When the crowds had come Behind us the Sky Tower Stood like a parent Proudly watching her children Paddle in the surf She pointed to where The Pavilion had stood In the distance wind turbines Stood strangely still I used to watch Your children play Down on the sands Such beautiful kids I smiled and nodded Her eyes were blue Like the distant mountains Out to the west And then a sadness Crossed her face On the horizons the turbines Began to turn I long for my youth I wore a bikini I took her hands The rain began to cry Then as quick She disappeared Into the air That now seemed colder Who she was I still can't tell My mind has named her Sunny Rhyl
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
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