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The creeping half-light
casts unnatural shadows
on a cooling path.

Silver sister moon
bites down hard on the sky king,
silencing bird song.

This, being England,
she does beneath a cloud veil
of shy modesty.

Unbelievers still
raise their eyes to the heavens
in acts of worship.

Magic or science -
or just something poetic
on a spring morning?

When the sun re...

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By the waters edge we rest and play, 

toes in the water, feeling quite gay,

celebrating the warmth of the dancing air 

and the restful peace of that place we share.

A loving time with never once a worry, 

soft sounds of ripples that won’t ever hurry

and when the wind changes to a cooler breeze, 

we'll head on home for some warming teas.

We’ll spend the evenin...

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