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Forest Green
She's smart as a whip and shoots from the hip
She's calm in a crisis and clever
She's stronger than men and quick with a pen
She's wiser than Plato was ever
Forest Green. Forest Green, my sylvan lover
Take care not to get that one riled
She lives in the woods with all her goods
A creature of Nature, God's child
I was walking my dog on a day blunt with fog
When ...
Sunday 12th April 2020 2:38 pm
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