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Beside a murky waterway,
Beneath a pewter sky, With the cold breeze slicing through our clothes, We watch the boats sail by - Out towards the ocean, Far beyond the bay, To where whales sing their love songs And the dolphins dance and play. 21/10/2023 03:39:21 am
There's nothing quite like watching a dolphin dance and play - particularly off the bow of your boat - or listening to the love song of a whale.
Mimi Grouse
21/10/2023 04:54:34 am
Thank you, Jim, for such a lovely comment. Comments are closed.
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PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. Please feel free to comment (nicely!) on any poems – writers appreciate it.
Just at the moment, though, we're moderating some of them so there might be a slight delat before they appear. 
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