Can'T You C, Can'T You C
Close your eyes and imagine with me
Camps, cottages, cabins and trees
High in the mountains or beside rolling seas
Perhaps it’s chateaus and castles you see
Maybe cathedrals grand as they can be
It’s little white churches that I see
Comforting contentment I’m contemplating as we
Consider the many constructs of C
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2023
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