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A vacation away from planet earth is like the old times
when innocents roam
and the forefathers would warn against casting the first stones
A freshness that cleans the soul
Rum, wine, and whiskey, moldy cheese and butter rolls
That’s what I remember in the days of old
How much I’ve longed to get away again


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THE END
Date: 4/26/13
Original Poem By: Edward Hartley
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