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		<title>The New Adventures of Mr Stephen Fry &#187; Topic: The Norfolk coast - a poem</title>
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			<title>blackadder on "The Norfolk coast - a poem"</title>
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			<description>Hi Stephen;&#60;br /&#62;
I am the unoffical Lynn poet - I write about subjects which move me, some time ago I wrote this poem about the Norfolk coast as writen by someone who is a Norfolk man but is far from home, I through in light of some of the coastal scenes shot for Kingdom you might enjoy it;&#60;br /&#62;
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My thoughts drift back to the Norfolk coast,&#60;br /&#62;
A place I know and miss,&#60;br /&#62;
The salty breeze across the beach,&#60;br /&#62;
Cutting lines in my face as I look out to sea,&#60;br /&#62;
The December wind icy and quick,&#60;br /&#62;
Fills my lungs with life and makes my head light,&#60;br /&#62;
A feeling stronger than drink or drugs could make,&#60;br /&#62;
The sky is a collage of shape and colour,&#60;br /&#62;
Small blue islands appear and disappear,&#60;br /&#62;
Among a sea of white and Grey clouds,&#60;br /&#62;
A mirror image of what is beneath,&#60;br /&#62;
I use to stand upon the silken dunes,&#60;br /&#62;
And watch the barbed waves break upon the beach,&#60;br /&#62;
They seem to whisper inside my head ‘Watch me, watch me’,&#60;br /&#62;
I would sometimes would leave my body and see myself from the sea,&#60;br /&#62;
Standing alone, still and spell bound,&#60;br /&#62;
My hands buried deep inside my pockets palms sweating,&#60;br /&#62;
Fuelled with the passion that burns inside my heart,&#60;br /&#62;
The golden crescent of sand that is my county,&#60;br /&#62;
I have been away to long,&#60;br /&#62;
My mind stretches too much when I think of home,&#60;br /&#62;
I should return, I must return,&#60;br /&#62;
The world has many wonders,&#60;br /&#62;
Many religions, creeds  and politics,&#60;br /&#62;
But I am at peace with my maker when alone on my beach in winter,&#60;br /&#62;
My troubled mind is like the troubled sea,&#60;br /&#62;
I long for the calm, I long for my homeland,&#60;br /&#62;
I long for my Norfolk coast.</description>
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