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Camping Grounds

Here lay the cabins, neatly lined in a row. Here lies the forest, surrounding us head to toe as we roast marshmallows and giggle as we eat smores, telling old horror stories passed down from generation to generation. The camp bells blare early in the morning all around the camp grounds signaling us off into the lake, the lake, the lake, the lake. Sounding us off into the dazzling lake.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/7/2012 8:01:00 PM
throw a stone for me lol,nice piece Mercedes
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Date: 6/7/2012 12:51:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your poetry this afternoon Mercedes. Hope you have a beautiful evening. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/7/2012 8:48:00 AM
Good morning, Mercedes i love it a lot}i{, have yourself a lovely day~ALWAYS *PD
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Date: 6/6/2012 7:36:00 PM
great poem! I love camping! =Juli-Michelle=
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