Trails

May 27, 2011
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Hidden in leaves,
Over curving bridges,
Bending beneath trees.

Gentle breezes blowing,
Looking over marshland,
Boardwalk to nowhere.

With my tea and story,
I could sit here every day.
The company is great.

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