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By The Edge Of Water
By the waters edge we rest and play,
toes in the water, feeling quite gay,
celebrating the warmth of the dancing air
and the restful peace of that place we share.
A loving time with never once a worry,
soft sounds of ripples that won’t ever hurry
and when the wind changes to a cooler breeze,
we'll head on home for some warming teas.
We’ll spend the evenin...
Saturday 7th February 2015 3:25 am
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