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The WalkWhen the sun shines upon the golden fields, and the brook babbles merrily through the dark pine forest, then shall we walk side by side upon the path, and profess our deepest most inner most feelings. When we wander through the valleys and hills, singing merrily the song that fills our hearts, and gives great joy to our souls, we shall feel the wonderful warmth and beauty of love. When we walk by the crystal blue lake shore hand in hand, then shall we know the depth and breadth of what our love means, and be glad that we have the love of one another for eternity. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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