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The Sea in my room
As a child,
with my Nanna,
making the bed -
waves of sheet
crash,
underneath is cool -
dark,
need to breathe,
roll on the carpet-beach,
watch the white-surge
flapping, snapping, falling
up and down
up and down
calming, resting
smelling sunshine.
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Jeanette Swan
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