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I walked over the Second Lock

I walked over the Second Lock

The wind painting the canal with diamonds

I smell the water

Find the child in me

Swimming in the cold clear water

Feeling it oozing

Through my mouth and nose

A lasting swallow of a drowning boy.

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By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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