Harbour Wall

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The children walk past,
Parents hold their hands,
The harbour walls are,
At end of the sands.

The fishermen do haul,
Catch from their boats,
On to harbour walls,
In their waterproof coats.

The birds do fly,
And swoop down fast,
On harbour walls sit,
Or the boat mast.

The boat pulls in,
It's passengers do depart,
Whilst on Harbour wall,
More ready to start.

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