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Camping
Time seems to stand still at the old camp site
And stars appear clearer in the night,
We gather wood to make our fire,
And tell ghost stories by the hour,
Marshmallows roasted over open flames
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City life's just not the same!!
Crickets chirping noisily,
Owls are hooting from the trees
What a peaceful sound to me!
Sleeping in the open air
With neither a worry nor a care,
And in the morning, when the sun comes up
We'll drink coffee from an old tin cup.
Then we can fish, hike, laze-around or swim
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We can even read a book, clear to the end!
No phones, T.Vs or doorbells ringing
The only sound is natures singing.
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Yes, camping is a wonderful life
Not so hectic and little strife!
