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he tarried at neither
he just kept walking onwards
pass the space invaders
pass a man in waders
pass a man in waders
the disarming missiles
lizards too
and coloured rubbish strewn
all over
along with burnt flags
flowers and shells
the ones you'd find by the sea
the scrap by the houseboats
to up sticks, to float
away on any given day
across the english channel
to be able to channel it
everything into moving
across the ocean
and that being it
the entirety
no beginning, no end
just the middle
just the sea
the church bells rung before he
could finish formulating
a thought, from across the river
the mudflats/ the birds flew
the gnats bred, after they led
that one day life
another string of words
try to understand
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