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The Pond |
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The Pond |
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The pond is a
marvelous place to be There are so many pretty sights Frogs croak, birds sing A blue jay stops to dry off its wing A sweet fragrance fills the air As my sweet dark black hair flouts in the air As the animals wait for the next time I will come. |
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This page was last updated on August 27, 2007 by the KIWW Webmaster. |
