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Brooke

Pitter, patter, the brook runs
Never boring, always fun

Swish, swash against the rocks
You get bigger and now docks

Rumble, boom, what do I see
You have turned into the sea

Little Brooke you were so small
Now you are bigger then all

O tiny Brooke I miss you heaps,
I hope that your love is not bought cheap.





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