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Harvest Moon 


Moon across the Channel
Competing with the dawn
Golden lantern in the sky
As the new day's born
Reflecting in the waters
Round painted bobbing boats
Pink tinged the east horizon
As o'er the sea she floats
All too soon she vanishes
This mistress of the tides
Gone to seek the evening
As up the brash sun glides.

Harvest moon over Clevedon Pill, Septemb
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