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casting doubt
on the harbour wall thinking about life ~ whilst ripples stirred in the sea
a porpoise swam past never to look back ~ a washed up siren wept free
some voice called out its a sign of the times ~ that she was always a he
as i drowned my life flashed by ~ yet all of the bad bits were new to me
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright ©
David Kavanagh
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