Houses built around the lake With "no trespassing" signs Where was once our swimming hole Country Club meets and dines From a cool, clear, crystal spring We drew our water to drink Waste was dumped from paper mills and made the whole place stink This all sounds crude, and so it is But the facts remain the same Memories are all that we have left No one willing to take the blame Changes, progress, or so they say But I have a different mind I liked it just the way it was Florida, my home, pristine - kind
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