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Comments about Clint Jones
Sun comes up and where will I be,
That place in the hills over looking the trees,
As night falls on me the stars gleam and glow,
Just then the wind begins to blow,
I fall asleep on the grass,
And as hours pass,
I dream of you in my sleep,
And then I begin to weep,
Of the things I cant control,
I now must keep my mind at ease,
As I feel the gentle breeze,
Of the summers day and night,
It always makes me feel just rite.