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Jun 4
Walking down
the road
Carrier bags
in hand
Dreaming of
a golden beach
So my feet can
feel the sand.
Backpack carries
My waterproof tent
Walking to that
Golden beach
I don’t have to
Pay no rent.
Im not one for
Four walls
Open spaces I hear
them call,
The views I see
With my bags in hand
Life is wonderful
Oh so grand.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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