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Nov 2016
Moon rise over Secombe
Where's the supermoon?
No bigger than ****** normal
In a ***** orange gloom

The biggest moon for years!
They said all over the news
And hidden in the clouds up there
like a torch with a failing bulb.

It's supposed to be romantic
For lovers to bathe beneath
Get naked and romantic!
Not here you'll ****** freeze

All the scousers watching
Looking for a glimpse
"My ****" said a voice in the crowd
Let's get a fecking drink.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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