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Nov 2016
They said  'Above us,
rising soon,

will be a shining
supermoon,

with the sharpest
shine for years'.

We raised our blinds.
The sky closed hers..
Ain't nuffink quite like English cloud for spoiling occasions...
bones
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bones  England
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