When standing on the chalk cliff tops
Looking out to sea , towards France
Some times you can see , the cliff tops
Of France
Later that night , as your dreaming
You find your self , well , I do anyway
Dreaming of the site , you had seen that day
In the dream state , zero in , to the French cliffs
See French , looking across the same sea
Looking towards your English cliffs , and you
See houses , homes , French , people stood
on the French cliff tops
Strange how , we , dream , of events of our day
At night

ken d williams

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Written on 2016-11-06 at 14:34

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it seems so that French and English should be friends