Crisp packets flying on a Torquay wind
The street lights broken
The potholes cracking windscreens
The council up in the clouds
Up my Ilsham Marine Drive
And the parking men watching
In their disguise get-up
For walking wages
Torquay
Crisp packets flying on a Torquay wind
The street lights broken
The potholes cracking windscreens
The council up in the clouds
Up my Ilsham Marine Drive
And the parking men watching
In their disguise get-up
For walking wages
Poetry and Writings - A Mind 
That! Is a startling discriptive piece of Poetry. Nicely put.
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Glad you enjoyed buddy. Thank you for the comment!
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I love Torquay but haven’t visited in a while. It sounds like it was as blustery there as it si/was in Heysham and Morecambe- other decadent English seaside towns.
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They all tend to all be the same these sea towns, eh. Always nice to visit briefly but if you stay longer you see it for how it is.
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Yes but they have their own style of beauty.
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Oh definitely. I can’t stay away, haha.
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Your descriptions bring to mind a seaside town we just passed through- gorgeous beach, but hard to appreciate with all of the things the people leave behind on it! Thanks for sharing.
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