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Dec 2024
Sun field pastures
Turquoise skies
Watching people
Walking  by
Fallowed land
Beauty of stone
As I travel Im
never Alone
Rainbows dancing
In the breeze
Rain and the sun
Are such at ease.
I walk my country
Head held high
I will walk this walk
Till the day I die.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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     Jack Groundhog, Liana, SiouxF, Khoisan and Zeno
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