My Dream Vacation
Out of earshot from the
Howlers and yowlers,
I'm surrounded by the
Aroma of trees.
Mean spirits begone!
Gloom and doom?
Sorry no room.
Lifted to a shore,
By Mercy and Grace,
I will search no more.
Done is the chase.
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