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Late March - mid week

The tables empty and the afternoon drifts on.

It's not yet summer warmth buth the clear sky

And unexpected brightness of the sun

Lull me into thoughts of mid July.

Scattered tourists squat upon the beach

Or stroll in clusters by the burnt out pier,

While last year's  language students teach

Newcomers how to drink our English beer.

Saga parties fill the Whiterock bar

Preferrint it to walking on the prom

Where they have heard of feral youths who scar

The seafront, picking fights and doing wrong.

          As for me, I'll sit here with a pint

          Of Harvey's as it drifts towards twilight.

Brian Hick Late March 2011

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