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Ross Beach

The North Sea is at its coldest When winter is wide awake The waves are so much louder When they rise crash and break The swishing of the water...
Cherry

Roadworks

Everywhere you go You go slow Traffic lights and signs Altered white lines Still, Time stuck in a line Is never wasted When you can see traffic on...
Gold cherry

My Alcoholic Queen

The door was open just enough To let last night’s ghost sneak away Like morning mist floating high Disappearing into the day Birdsong with its broken...
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I'll Wait Here

Gloucester Green Bus Station 2 o clock saturday afternoon Sun is out burning scalps I’m trying hard not to swoon I met you a week ago And now I am in...
Cherry

Works Night Out

It’s not called a disco anymore It’s a club A works do coerced me I’m too old to be young at heart My prejudices are like tattoos So I pretended not...

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