Birthday pair.

Down heather covered cliffs wee go
picnic basket birthday cake and candles
all in tough step by step
We descend very slow destination Birthday pier below
On Birthday pain no neon lights just Atlantic delight
Dolphins dance and seagulls soar and wave roar
he could not have wished for more on that magic
Birthday pier at Toor
Through Sunlight glare old Ghost ships appear
as we take our leave from Birthday pier .

For my Son Patrick on his 8th Birthday.

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