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Sep 2023
I wait and wait
and wait for the turn of the brine tide
and bored, I turn and wait no more.
I walk back home,
with a wooden fork
and open vinegared chips.
Prompted by fish and chips, Sheerness , Kent.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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