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Easter Moon 

A moon that tarries in the sky
Upon an Easter morn
The sound of joyous birdsong
As Clevedon welcomes dawn
A milky sea 'neath pastel clouds
Deserted Promenade
Locked down here on such a day
It is increasing hard
But even at a distance
Lone walkers one and all
Take time to leave their reverie -
Good morning is their call.

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