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Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Poem: Quality Tranquility

Missing the element of tranquility 
Here, as well as the good quality 
Of life, food, companionships, 
Cruising through days carefree as ships- 

Docked here, oh look they're called yachts, 
Walking on waters without regrets, 
I wish I were with you right now, 
Standing on your bobbing bow. 

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