Christmas morning, a bright sunny morning, no wind, not even a breeze.
The occasional dark cloud moves in from the west and scurries across the skyline,
I look up to the high ridge opposite,
So familiar and down below on the playing field
the dog walkers taking exercise.
All is precisely as it should be,
On Christmas Morn.
The occasional dark cloud moves in from the west and scurries across the skyline,
I look up to the high ridge opposite,
So familiar and down below on the playing field
the dog walkers taking exercise.
All is precisely as it should be,
On Christmas Morn.
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