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The man who scours the beaches
Where so much evidence
Has surfaced from the chaos
Of unstable turbulence
Remains of crumbled mountains
A cemetery of sea life
Where today was born of yesterdays
From the depths of so much strife
Restricted by arrangement
No longer headlines in the news
Leftovers from discarded time
Where going-over now pursues
Each visit offers transformations
Like a well-made hotel bed
A hall of residence of once upon
That speaks of something else instead
These monuments to wanderers
That may never come to rest
Shifting on the sands of time
In a shrouded treasure chest
Dedicated to the persistent pursuits of Dean Wilson of Withernsea
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