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Lines about Margate

Let me tell you lines I've collectedĀ 
About where I live in Queensland;

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For one thing there are barely trees at all

And I never liked the people,

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But there is the ocean to swim in.

I am unable or unwilling to appreciate it.

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This is what it's like living in Margate.

So what if I'm in my head,

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And there's no rescuing me there?

Where will my next day come from?

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There is no love in my home that counteracts

The nervousness occuring duringĀ 

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This awful feeling. There is just this;

I'm who I am and can never change.

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It doesn't matter where I live.

I'll always be sad. You will always be dead.
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Shirley Harrison

Most powerful piece which your words brings me back to my own theory of Reincarnation, for some reason I'm always strange around the sea, and under trees, I find my ora is different, maybe you've had bad experiences in a different life perhaps? What a wonderful discussion, I suspect I'm going to get you to reflect a massive amount by my words today 🤣  your last line is a kudos because it works literally and in metaphor. 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

SH isn't something literal and metaphoric just metaphoric? Also, that's the start to a poem, strange around the sea and under trees.

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Shirley Harrison

Metaphoric is when you speak of an arguement without saying it, literally for me is when it is obvious, yes I believe I must have been a sailor or a mermaid and or even Dante Alighieri, or even Einstein? Who can know. 🤣 Amazing our chats.  🌹 

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Neville

I wonder if your Margate is the same or similar to my Margate .. sandy beaches & amusement arcades .. with a few tattoo parlours scattered around between the Turkish barbers & nail salons .. Oh' and candyfloss stalls & donkey rides .. it has been years since I've been back there .. and I'm sure its because I always felt like an alien there with different dreams, needs and values .. A deep poem today Rory and certainly one to ponder more deeply when I get home later .. NevilleĀ 

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Bernadete van d...

The sad and the dead are always together.Ā 
You still can rescue yourself. Ā  BĀ 

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Marion

QueenslandĀ  Ā MargateĀ  Ā Anywhere
when we exist trapped on the inside
The outside is irrelevant. I know this too. X

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