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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

My Secret Spot

I know a place where I can go
To escape from the world
A secret place that only I know
Where no one else will follow
A place where I can be myself
With no one there to judge
To laugh, or joke, or ridicule
A place where I can be alone

High atop a sandy cliff
Cool blue waters pooled below
Where the breeze never slows
And the sun always shines
On warm summer days
Climb out along the old tree trunk
Careful not to slip
Staring out into the waves below
Silently I sit

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