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| Days of Bliss |
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| Nestled beneath the pines
Sits a simple cabin No city lights or signs As far as the eye can see Just a babbling creek To dabble my toes in With sun upon my cheek My dad, a strong and loving man Sits at my side We each in hand have a gold pan Seeking nuggets of gold Ah those days of bliss They have come and gone Yet like a warm and tender kiss They touch my memory Copyright � Kenna Marie 2006 |
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