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Rain on the pleasure grounds
The creaking wind
Around the roller coaster rides
The grey waves breaking
On the deserted promenade
The viscous breathing
Of the black seaweed
In the sunless water
Beneath the piers

The wall-eyed
Stripper rolling joints
In the seafront winter let
The ageing whore on duty
In the empty pub
The grafter with his whisky
In the cellar drinking club
The teenage runaway
Gone grave and withered
In the shadowed booth
Of the all night cafe

The sad
But who cares story
Of a summer town
That lost its looks
And then its crowds
And just got old
And filled with rain

  William Corner Clarke