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our log cabin
Our log cabin
you always loved to hear the rain
on the tin roof of our log cabin
in the foothills of the Adirondacks
morning light would come
we would awake
listen to the rain
lying in each other's arms
listening to the loons on the lake
welcome the new morning
another log added to the old fireplace
we would welcome the morning
in our own special way
...Monday 12th April 2021 11:22 pm
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