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TUCKED AWAY..
WELL HIDDEN..
FAR BACK IN THE WOODS,
FOUND THE WATERS OF MY YOUTH.
THE TRAIL, WELL BEATEN WORN
MANY HAVE PASSED BY..
TO SIT...
TO SWIM..
PERHAPS RELAX,
LETTING LIFE FLOAT BY.
HERE LIFE SLOWS
AS WELL IT SHOULD,
MOVING LIKE THE WATERS.
A PLACE TO REST,
TO BE RENEWED...
WATERS OF MY YOUTH.
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SLOWED WATERS
SLOWED WATERS
