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Dec 2024
Watching the green grass grow
Watching the river flow
Rustling leaves upon the ground
Skylark’s shrieking lovely sound
Sun is shining down on me
As I’m wandering feeling free
Trees are chundering in the breeze
My mind is relaxed feeling at ease
Wandering aimless as I do
On these days of mine
I think of you.

R I P my sweet.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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