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Twilight in Gloucester by Paul Cornoyer

The trip was worth the time, it swiftly passed
I had a blast.
Remembering the good old days, of your
forbidden shore.
That beckoned me to take that one last dip
one final sip.
Before I head back home and close that door
for evermore.
Though nothing is as simple as it seems
in twilight dreams.
The trip was worth the time, though now it’s past
I had a blast.