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| Round the lake my pedals go, Sometimes swiftly, sometimes slow. Rowers spurt across the lake, Leaving bubbles in their wake. Walkers get their exercise Under clear and sunny skies. Mountain peaks adorned with green Wait in silence to be seen. I just pause and pedal on! In a moment I am gone. Yet the beauty will remain, Other eyes to entertain. | ||
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