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Up int' Pool
California by day,
Las Vegas by night,
with flat caps, deckchairs,
and other English sensibilities,
once dying, maybe still,
while trams rattle declaring
sealife promises,
to stargate pleasures,
to Cher and her 'life after love',
entwined with the pulse of a rollercoaster.
Sounds of Saturday football matches,
played hard on soft sand,
menace resting seagull...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 8:15 pm
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