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West Sands, late afternoon in winter (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones

I feel as if I am nowhere, As if I am the space around my own body And even that is barren. The view out to the estaury Reminds me of myself And that I am barely here - Just surrounded by Sky beach and sea. I look at my reflection In the moving waters, And laugh at the idea Of jumping in after myself.

==Doylum 27-Sep-02/6:12 AM
Bonza dog do da band, i wouldn't go swimming at west sands. theres a problem you see with effluent tusks, especially when paddleing alone at dusk, they'd have you believe they stopped the ivory trade, and cleaned up the beaches for the tourist trade, but i've had words with SAS, who say little carvings can be found on every crest. So if you must go jumping at the end of day, just think on -it could end in a different way, choking to death on a discarded key, then old Bryn Terfel will not sing Min y Mor for thy.




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