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After three martinis, Incoherent Mary takes herself upstairs to bed at eight pm. After a while I follow, And slipping in betw..

Write me a poem of the sea, My eldest son said to me, Of pirate ships and derring do, All upon the Spanish main, And when the grand Ar..

My father’s mind is escaping, From his wheelchair he can see through the art room window, A bright yellow line of sand, A blue-..

Sailboats in the harbor, Families on the strand, Young men playing volleyball, Girls upon the sand, Memories of summers past, ..

Harry Behrens, Stooping over on his two crutches, Lit the gas oven for the second time, Was blown, miraculously unhurt, Backwa..

Out on the promenade, Of an old seaside hotel, A row of white haired ladies, Look vacantly out to sea, Over a jumble of rocks, ..

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