TIME OUT BY ANON

The river runs through the woods, past the old oak trees,
a place to reflect about the hilarious times spent with friends.
No traffic just the sound of the wind blown past the trees.

A place to get away from the concrete jungle,
a place with a horizon, a view of the viaducts where the kites fly past.
Time out to walk the dog, just after dark.

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TIME OUT BY ANON

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