Along the coast where I walk,
I feel the cut of a icy blast
Whilst looking out over a sea so vast,
Boats scattered here and there at rest
Bob up and down on the waves crests,
I see the Needles clear off the isle of wight
Above grey clouds but some illuminated by light,
Resonating luminescent and divinely white
No matter the weather, man, it’s a beautiful sight.
fauxcroft 
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