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I LONG FOR
The sweet smell of fresh cut grass,
In summer time when sun shines,
Days are long nights are warm,
With parties blazing barbeques.
Refreshing beers in garden slumber,
Lazy days who counts the numbers,
Summer holiday’s children play,
Trips to seaside’s sun scorched bays.
I long for all the things above,
Each year the same filled with love,
But most of all, my wish would be,
I long for peace a world that’s free.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2004
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