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When I go any where with the woods
I think about i long i would stay if i could
I walk, and talk about the beauty that surrounds me
My eyes turn to my confidante,
And i realize with a laugh I was talking to a rabbit
I kept walking and come across a stream
With a smile i sit by it and look around me
This is what nature is
And this,
Is where i belong.
Sitting up i take out my book and a pencil
And start to sketch as fast as a turtle
Afters a while later i am done with my paper
I get up and walk away from home






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