The rides are emptying,food stalls not done much trade.
Screaming kids are at last heading to caravan parks.
Teens noticeably absent, Old folk walk around the fairground full of own childhood memories.Time when they had energy. Love waiting to be found.
Money to be spent
Commen sense to find.
Youthful hearts to be broken, Nu-soul music to be heard anew.
Now promenade got that feeling of wanting these machines to be removed.
Noise become more normal.Crowds not so full..Seagulls restored to eating non human food.
Dog walkers to be absent as well. The tend to abuse the freedom of promenade.
Some plans are being made. Grades are coming in for those who studied.
Weeks to go in August but there is a smell of Autumn.
Conker trees looking full, Brambles are purple, plums still greenish red.
Swallows not yet departed.
East coast Puffins, even become a bit lonely.
Conversation not taken place today.
Some people are very hard to talk with..
That phone call still not been made.
Telephone remains silent. Like the sandbox..Spades not bigging any sand on beaches.
Doctor's got me an important appointment.
Yet more waiting in line ,even it is see
A Specialist.
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