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| A Walk Through the Woods |
rushing air through the trees, the leaves falling
chick-a-dees singing their sweet silly songs
out in the woods there is nothing wrong
hugging a tree reaching into the sky
feels so right, never have to ask why
rustling through fallen leaves cane in hand
accompanied by a merry canine band
this is where we're meant to be
me, the canines, with the trees
water rushing through the brook
beauty everywhere you look
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| Brook |
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