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Jul 2013
As I stand here by the waters edge
I hear not even a whispered word
The beauty overwhelms me
The display of flowers
The soaring birds
The colours of the changing leaves gracefully fall upon the lake
These sights make me aware
Of every living breath I take
Oh how fortunate am I
That I have the chance to be living
On mother natures sacred earth
That she has freely given.......
Lorraine day
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Lorraine day  Blackpool
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