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The hours are constant
and monotonous, pickingaway atmy headlike a crow at a carcasssprawledout on a country lane,tiresome yet 'beautiful' all the s..
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Crowded in once moreBeneath a starlit canopy,The towering pines-Constant guardians,I'm at home again in lakeland.Pebbles scour natures floor,A still w..
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It's festive time as I watch the outlineOf a hurricane tearing up the sky,Oh! seeing such a beautiful old bird,Casts my mind back and brings tears to ..
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A cheerful calm wraps itselfin reams of tranquil delight,reflecting yellow stars whichskip and bound in merriment,to songs of a hot summers night,spin..
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