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The Lake | ||
| The lake is green and smooth as glass. I like to watch the fishes pass. When days are hot and breezes slim I plunge right in and have a swim. I'll not swing out on sturdy rope As do young boys so full of hope. The lake refreshes body well, And casts on me a pleasant spell. It bids my active brain to rest, Restores my strength to do my best. I know not what my friends would take, But as for me, I love the lake. | ||
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