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day at chesili sat atop of chesil beach where the grass grew rich seagulls out of reach the wind it blew and the sun it shone oh twas so nice to hear bird song the pebbles rich in size and form the waves did crash and sailors mourned the view was rich in salty spray upon the ridge oer the bay i walked the ground over heavy stone flipped a skidder like kids did alone we sailed our kites and sang those songs that sailors chant and verse be long the grockels came from london town with punks and damsels in gay gowns the sun was rich and view was sound with cries of seagulls all around high up oer wessex great terrain where hardy strolled and barnes refrained the hills were green and lofty high with cotton wool clouds across the skies in the distance i could hear the sounds of laughter from too much beer the holiday crowds with nets and lines the fancy clothes and sunday wine Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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