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We live in a cottage in the country,
Brightside our haven is named.
Our lives are Always in sun,
And the song of birds on parade.
Outside of our fence is the world,
Life, chaos, Industrious and full.
But this side of the fence there is calm,
Blues skies over head are never dull.
Can you imagine us eating our strawberries and cream
Drinking lashing of sweet lemonade,
The flower beds ablaze with colour,
It's a veritable chocolate box façade.
But alas we have to venture into the real world,
And as soon as we step through the gate.
Anyone about, a bloke shouted out,
Your recycling bins, been put out to late.
So if any time your passing our cottage,
And its snowing or pouring with rain,
If the weather won't abate, pass through the gate,
And it will be summer all over,
" AGAIN "
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terence nabbs
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Friday, October 30, 2009 |
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Saturday, July 09, 2011 |
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