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Sea

By Mark Quinn

I dream of the sea

Do I like a rough sea?
Or do I like a calm one?
See it bash the rocks
and shake me from my socks;
dip my toes in the Med,
the sun beating down on my head.
Whitby in the winter
with waves as high as a kite?
On the sands of Lindos
with reflections in the moonlight?
See the ships get tossed around
and nearly hit the shore;
or see the waters just lick the sands
whilst I sleep and snore?
It doesn’t matter what I like,
I’ll keep them in my head;
for I am a sailor in my dream,
so comfy in my bed.


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