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Jul 2011
I like to walk to a different beat,
So I can feel the earth beneath my feet.

Stay a while and smell the flowers,
Waltz my way through an april shower.

I like to run with a different stride,
So I can feel the sand inching out with the tide.

Hear the wind over distant lands,
Listen for nature's calls as I lay in the sand.
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