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Bobby king Feb 2014
You go outside and what do you see
A person like you, person like me?
Maybe you see some trees
With freshly fallin leaves
With a nest of swarming bees
Maybe you feel the wind with that slight warm breeze
Or maybe is it cold, you start freeze
You walk through the sand to the stormy sea
People see this everyday but how many believe?

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