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Apr 2017
As I walked the path near the lake
I could see the ripples in the water.
The lake was quiet this time of year.
No boats no swimmers in the water.
The birds are flying above the water to catch the fish below.
The trees are bare of leaves.
The flowers are gone.
The lake is real pleasant to visit
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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