| A Day at Weston Super Mare |
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for Roland & Pablo The mud flats stretch on for miles beyond the piers and empty stiles the shuttered stalls and locked-up cabins the boat sheds painted blue and yellow – the children laugh, pitch and run past deserted ice-cream podiums barnacled buoys and upturned punts calling to the sea, calling to the sun calling to the gulls, their shadows run.
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