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Thursday, 13 June 2013

The Prison by the Beach

 The Prison by the Beach

Criss - cross fences towering high,
Candyfloss clouds scattered across the sky,
The blue waves toss and turn in the sea,
The sea - foam forming the letters like d,
The fierce wind batters me with howls and cries,
That’s what I can hear and  see with my ears and eyes,
At the prison by the beach.

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