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Bootlace Poems - Poems about Bootlace


Loch River Valley
...Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call, the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey… ......

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Categories: bootlace, nature, river,
Form: Rhyme

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