Tuesday 15th January

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A cloudy sort of day

The sky has been quite grey

As if ready to say

You’ll soon be on your way

Back across the causeway

A drive up the freeway

Soon ends your holiday

I wish that we could stay

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We love you sweetie

Precious Angel son

With us always

Now forever young

xxxxxx

Cooler and cloudy

Pinky grey sky

Not as impressive as some sunsets

Sunbeams shining through

A quick burst of sun

No audience this evening