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Morning Bench

Sitting here on John's bench

Looking out to sea

Greeting all the passersby

Who "Morning" say to me

Enjoying Clevedon's beauty

Displayed here in the sun

Chatter from the lakeside

Of bathers having fun

White horses rushing 'cross the bay

And pier that never fails

To complete the seaside scene

Outlined 'gainst misty Wales.

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