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Posted on 16 November, 2016 by Stamphers
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Fire rained over our heads fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean Everything is quiet now Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily Their meals now properly boiled
Category: PoetryTags: amwriting, fiction, Poem, seagulls
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