POEM TITLE Doomed
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Walking the shore at sunset - awe inspired,
The past behind me, 'the ship that never sailed',
And the present in front, hulking red squeaking rails,
I sit wondering, the surroundings prompting me,
To decide which times are better, yesterday or today?
Nostalgia wins over, as I walk and as I ponder,
Given the roaring twenties this time around bring fearsome, apocalyptic thunder,
Up ahead a sunny restaurant breaks my reverie,
The sign above the door reads 'we're all doomed!'
... and I laugh jovially.
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