Friday, April 10, 2020

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As the days at home pass slowly by,
Mother earth sets herself aright,
From fluffy white clouds and clear blue sky,
To fresh clean rivers, a refreshing sight.

A world that we've missed and all but forgotten,
Is created anew, all over again.
The grandeur of mountain peaks, once hidden,
Makes us say, t'was worth all the pain.

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13/2020

Nobody's Park

(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child) As I was slowly passing A busy town one day I lingered for a moment To watch people on...