When the skies are blue,
the air is fresh and clear,
when the green grasses go to sleep
smothering the ancient driftwood
you'll find me slipping through the dense mass
heading directly to the water's edge
bouncing back so very speedily
because the cooler temps just make your toes shiver
so a return to sleeping dune grasses
leads us gingerly along the undulating paths
directly to Daddy Jim's shop
in MacDonald House
so very far away
on that hill.
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COME ALONG WITH ME!!!
ANYTIME!!
