We used to have a caravan
Not far from the sea
Sitting on the veranda
Is where I long to be.
The smell of the fresh sea air
The sun shining bright
As I gaze across the fields
On the long summer night
Not having a thing to do
Letting the world slowly slip by
Just sitting there all day
This felt so good I did not have to try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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