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Red triangle sail, 
pointing like Cupid's arrow 
across the blue stratosphere; 
as sand slips through the glass 
faster ever faster. 
Ship to shore signals clearly 
breaking through the waves 
Herring gulls swoop playfully. 
White against blue, 
blue ever blue. 
Catching the breeze; 
grey tips beating aloft, 
circling and wheeling always 
watchful for a prize. 
 
Waiting for your boat to 
sail into view- 
waiting ever waiting. 
Hoist the mainsail 
show your colours! 
 
Watch the stars rain down 
and cheer as love comes in 
on a tide of happiness. 
Confetti blows in the wind again, 
enough to sink a Type 23.