Sunday 23rd February

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I think the sun has gone

Deep into hibernation

Snuggling into a duvet

Of a downy cloud formation

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And you’re there up above

Resting your head on a pillow

No stresses, strain, hurt or pain

As the wind does softly billow

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Miss you poppet

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Surfers on Porthmeor Beach

Many footprints in the sand

Lots of white water

A flat, grey day