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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bournemouth Blues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the summer, in the baking sun, <br>Bournemouth oozes a sense of fun, <br>But in the winter, when skies are grey, <br>I have no real desire to want to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today, the silvery sea is surfer-less; <br>The wind on my face is cold and fresh.<br>On my face, I can feel the sea's spray, <br>As, along the prom, we make our way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beach beyond is now almost bare; <br>The wild wind roughly ruffles my hair.<br>A couple of people walk along the pier; <br>In the sea air, there is now left little cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea is coloured like a grey battleship; <br>No kiosks are open for fish and chips.<br>At the seafront pub, we have a cup of tea; <br>We sit by the window, looking out to sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the seafront pub, the people are all inside; <br>At this time of year, there's no Land Train ride.<br>Out on the ocean, no boats are bobbing about; <br>From the Fairground, there are no excited shouts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down on the beach, dogs are exercised; <br>Up in the air, seagulls execute noisy cries.<br>Towards the beach, the waves all race; <br>Topped with foam, which looks like lace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That it was still summer, I really do wish; <br>The sounds of summer, I really do miss.<br>Along the seafront, we do not stroll, <br>Because the weather is far too cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness starts to fall, come late afternoon: <br>In my opinion, it draws in way too soon.<br>The daylight now quickly begins to fade, <br>As, back to the Station, we make our way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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Bournemouth oozes a sense of fun, 
But in the winter, when skies are grey, 
I have no real desire to want to stay.

Today, the silvery sea is surfer-less; 
The wind on my face is cold and fresh.
On my face, I can..."></div>
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