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Lakewalk
Every saturday they gather
the hussle and bussle ever louder
To run round a park of green
To beat the crowd mobscene
Far away the others dwell
Away from the merry hell
By a lake, tranluscent and cool
A life giving, nurturing pool
Peace and calm linger in silence
No pressure, adrenaline or pretence
Snatching moments when they come
Perhaps a boring 'snoozef...
Tuesday 8th April 2025 3:21 pm
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