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The Cliffs Of Norfolk

 

They crumble and

then caravans fall

along a wall

of dirt debris

 

and many come

to be enthralled

at sight of all

there is to see

 

as caravans fall

men are appalled

at such a sight

as scenes like these

 

can something stall

so more won't fall

into the arms

of the waiting Sea.

 

 

 

 

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