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Lolling About
Lolling about, down by the lake
Just watching the clouds scudding by.
Surrounded by fells, a vision of heaven,
There is no one as happy as I.
I hear little waves lapping the shore,
With hypnotic rhythm, they sing.
In somnolent bliss I happily drift,
Lost in the mood that they bring.
Copyright ©
Gary Smith
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