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Down The PathFollow me through the path Leave all your troubles behind, Let the calming breeze blow through your hair Let your heart and soul unwind. Stop to smell the flowers All along the way, Memories like these Will stay with you every day. Come take my hand Let all of your worries go, Be one with nature Sit and take a rest, in the gazebo. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.23/2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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