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Yesterday has gone
Some memories linger on
Like footprints in sand
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The dancing beachcomber
He dreams and schemes as his eyes surf the tide.
I will strip off, lard up, and swim to France.
The French will see I have nothing to hide –
Sonnet
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Poor woman blues
Wake up in di morning, when di arrod clock ring,
Eat di breakfast in di garden, an’ he practise his swing.
Dialect
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