I will share my cinnamon biscuits with you if you share your lemonade
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It is so hot today
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Above the beach the capricious kites entertained the passers by<\/p>\n
Chines Dragons<\/p>\n
Exotic Birds<\/p>\n
Captain Pugwash<\/p>\n
They all bathed in the cross-winds of the day<\/p>\n
In a nearby caf\u00e9 three children<\/p>\n
Are eating creams puffs<\/p>\n
They have been instructed to stay in the shade<\/p>\n
To avoid spoiling their cakes in the bright beach sun<\/p>\n
Two men and their pretty wives<\/p>\n
Are walking towards the sea<\/p>\n
They are playing<\/p>\n
Ten Green Chameleons
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With their children<\/p>\n
Only they know the rules<\/p>\n
Two young lovers<\/p>\n
Are sitting on a memorial bench<\/p>\n
I am happy that we are here
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The hotel is most comfortable<\/i><\/p>\n
Thank you for the ring
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John Jenkins (1925-2013) used to enjoy the view with his wife Florence<\/p>\n
She is dying in an Ashford hospital<\/p>\n
Thinking of her late husband\u2019s bench<\/p>\n
John Jenkins (1925-2013) enjoyed this view
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Remembered with love by Florence and the children
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John Jenkins hated this view as he could see France on clear days and only thought of his fallen comrades<\/p>\n
War is Hell he would mutter to himself<\/p>\n
But he told no-one of his bitter tears and was gently remembered by a plain wooden bench<\/p>\n
Facing France<\/p>\n
In Heaven he smiles at the irony<\/p>\n
Florence will join him soon<\/p>\n
Their children have already ordered her memorial bench<\/p>\n
It will be positioned near the pier<\/p>\n
As there is no room left on the Walmer Path<\/p>\n
Together in life and separated in death<\/p>\n
In this small coastal town<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s walk to Walmer Castle today
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The Duke of Wellington once lived there<\/i><\/p>\n
I would rather visit the lifeboat station
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We can do both
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Where is the brass band?
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Even brass bands deserve holidays
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You will have to wait for an ice cream
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Just look at those queues
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One the beach a teenage girl watches as children play with many pebbles<\/p>\n
They are supervised by their grandfather<\/p>\n
Who creates marvellous games<\/p>\n
Cow Stones
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Favourite Stones
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Let\u2019s lay back and listen to the mermaids sing
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Let\u2019s draw faces with crayons on the larger pebbles and throw them in to the sea
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He tells the children never to touch jellyfish<\/p>\n
As some might sting<\/p>\n
Although these are mainly found in warmer waters<\/p>\n
It is good advice but quickly forgotten<\/p>\n
The teenage girl<\/p>\n
An only child<\/p>\n
Would have liked to have had grandparents one and two<\/p>\n
But she knew that her family was broken from an early age<\/p>\n
And now she lives quite alone with her doubtful mother<\/p>\n
She watches as the people pass<\/p>\n
One might be her future husband<\/p>\n
The boy on the bike looks nice<\/p>\n
But he is too pretty<\/p>\n
Probably vain<\/p>\n
Another boy is too thin<\/p>\n
He is ashamed of his body<\/p>\n
And hides it behind tattoos<\/p>\n
Maybe tomorrow<\/p>\n
Maybe not on this beach<\/p>\n
But she will find love<\/p>\n
Near this timeless sea<\/p>\n
Hidden in the grasses near the beach huts<\/p>\n
Lies a brightly coloured DVD<\/p>\n
It was purchased by an Italian who was walking with his family towards the town<\/p>\n
The movie is called<\/p>\n
I AM LOVE<\/p>\n
Its loss will not be missed until it is too late<\/p>\n
I will find another copy
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They are so cheap these days<\/i><\/p>\n
A child runs through the grasses\u00a0
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Look mummy look what I have found
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Put it back you do not know where it has been
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The child throws the DVD against a white beach hut in a small temper<\/p>\n
The case breaks open<\/p>\n
And the shiny disc is scratched by a sharp pebble<\/p>\n
It will no longer function and will be used as a frisbee<\/p>\n
By children and others who do not care for Italian cinema<\/p>\n
The General Election is over<\/p>\n
Everybody has an opinion<\/p>\n
Groups of men discuss the result<\/p>\n
I do not know why we have the sea here at all
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Better drain it and join Europe once and for all
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Enoch Powell was right
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There will be blood on the streets
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It has already been spilt many times my friend
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Have you noticed that as women get further involved in politics they get fatter?
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Their bodies swell<\/i><\/p>\n
Fat arses and huge hips are the order of the day
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Name me one attractive female politician
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There are none
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Wives tired and tattooed pass cans of beer and scold the men<\/p>\n
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Not in front of Riley do you have to take his innocence away <\/i><\/p>\n
Not in front of Taylor do you have to take his innocence away<\/i><\/p>\n
Not in front of Tallulah do you have to take her innocence away<\/i><\/p>\n
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They\u2019ll only repeat it at school and then where would we be?<\/i><\/p>\n
Used to be able to say anything in this country
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Shut up and drink your beer
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Even the beers are foreign
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Used to be local<\/i><\/p>\n
Finest Kent
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On the coastal path<\/p>\n
There is a man and his attractive wife<\/p>\n
She is as blond as he is dark<\/p>\n
Both are tall<\/p>\n
The man is holding the hand of a small girl in a red hat<\/p>\n
She is laughing<\/p>\n
The attractive woman is pushing a green pram<\/p>\n
With a child shaded from the sun<\/p>\n
Sleeping soundly within its majesty<\/p>\n
She smiles as she speaks<\/p>\n
I am already in love with her<\/p>\n
The child in the red hat runs on to the grass<\/p>\n
And is chased by the tall man<\/p>\n
Simplicity<\/p>\n
There is a simplicity to their games<\/p>\n
The child throws her hat into the air<\/p>\n
It catches a gust of wind<\/p>\n
But does not travel far<\/p>\n
Do not get her excited\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n
Promise her a milkshake on the pier
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Do not wake the little one otherwise there will be hell to play<\/i><\/p>\n
It is four o\u2019clock once more<\/p>\n
In a few hours the path will empty<\/p>\n
And the kites will be hauled in for a rest<\/p>\n
Seagulls and their friends will clear the detritus of the day<\/p>\n
And only joggers and cyclists will inhabit the smooth evening<\/p>\n
The tide will return with stories of daring<\/p>\n
And the pier will close its gates<\/p>\n
For a few hours so the fishermen might sleep<\/p>\n
After dark the tall man will return to the beach<\/p>\n
He will bury a plastic wallet deep in the sand<\/p>\n
He does this on each visit to the town<\/p>\n
For he does not live in Deal but far awa<\/i><\/p>\n
The wallet contains a small medallion<\/p>\n
That remembers Nevil Shute<\/p>\n
It is an odd occupation<\/p>\n
But he is left alone and never questioned<\/p>\n
When his task is complete he looks out to sea<\/p>\n
And searches for the streetlights of France<\/p>\n
He wonders if by any chance<\/p>\n
If there is man like himself<\/p>\n
Standing on a quiet French beach<\/p>\n
Looking out to sea<\/p>\n
With a hint of despair in his liquid eyes<\/p>\n
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