Sinking sands

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute
The family were miraculously saved by a coastguard mud rescue and search just five minutes before the tide reached them

In Morecambe they imported golden sands
The Rivers Lune and Kent had stolen theirs
I wonder where it went to, Blackpool grand?
In Morecambe they imported golden sands
Morecambe Bay will suck in any band
Sightseers want to cross this bay, its lands
Danger swallows men on beaches bare
In Morecambe they imported golden sand
The Rivers Lune and Kent had drunk up theirs

When I was a child I became very afraid of sinking sands & also of being eaten by tigers
But it passed

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I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation

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