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Poem No. 59

  • blacknessonseapoet
  • May 15, 2022
  • 1 min read

POEM TITLE Limerick


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In Blackness-on-Sea it gets hot

in summertime, and if you've got

a thirst for some ale,

I urge you, don't fail

to pop in the old Lobster Pot.

 
 
 

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