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Nov 2010
To lay down on my back
And feel the freashly mown grass
Like the feel of a short hair cut

Friends to the right and the left
Trying hard to see there best

 we lay in this moon lit feild
 staring at this stary gaze
To my left Orion's belt streching far into the velvet black sky

who would think such beauty could be found in this baseball feild when 
All you had to do is look up  
And see this sight witch I do love 

I lay and wish this time could last from now till forever past
© BJM 2010
Written by
Brad J March
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