| Fourth of July
Mounding up and towering tall Gently rolling, both big and small Valleys and peaks so green and lush It all rolls by in one big rush Music bumpin� on the radio Singing along, so sweet as we go A smooth ride across the hills Summertime temps so there are no chills Before long we arrive at our destination To celebrate with family, the birth of a nation Christine L. Taplin July 4th, 2008 |
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