Spire at sunset

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Day 18 (With day 17 picture) 366@40

The Spire at sunset,
Stands tall and proud,
Bells in the tower,
Ring out so loud.

The sun is setting,
Floodlights do come on,
Night is fast approaching,
It wont take long.

The Spire at sunset,
Hid behind the trees,
Such a pleasing sight,
Puts you at ease.

The sun now sets,
Church is well lit,
Jewel of the wolds,
Proudly it does sit.

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