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Evening Walk
There were diamonds on the water
and she wanted them
But these were not here
to rest in her hands
They travel with the sun
and the insistent tide
Riches she could not hold
would have to be visited again
near the shore, on the morrow
Sunday 8th August 2021 4:00 pm
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