DUNGENESS

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DUNGENESS

Boats that belong to better days
Mingle with iron flotsam
Washed ashore on a sea of shingle

Fishermen’s shacks sit like pygmies
In the shadow of the power station
Their colourful facades
Browbeaten by nature’s extremes

A stone garden sprouts incongruously
Beside one such dwelling;
It does not bloom in spring
But neither will it die when winter comes

LOVE LETTERS IN THE SAND

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LOVE LETTERS IN THE SAND
I watched you in the sand
Drawing shapes with your left hand
Shapes that seemed to show
The face of a long-haired man
Then the tide rolled gently in
And his face was quickly gone
But from the fleeting glimpse I got
I swear I was that man.

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