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Reading by the lake

Reading by the lake

As she reads a book by
The lake and she takes
A look around and she
Found the beauty with
All the beautiful sound
While reading by the lake

As she sits by the tree
She reads her book, took
A look up in the sky
Although it was partly cloudy
With the sun peeking through
At times reading by the lake

As she reads by the lake
And as she wakes from a nap
The sun is going down
And it is time to leave
The lake as she takes
One last look around the lake
Reading by the lake.

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Marion

What a wonderful work.Greg, so glad I caught it love x

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Greg Etsell

thank you Marion
i just put it up and here
you are thank you

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Being Me

Lovely! You have painted wonderfully with words x

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Shaun Cronick

Greg, a wonderfully written and presented tranquil write.
And thank you sir for delivering that much needed poetic balm and serenity.
Hope all is well you Greg and I have some catching up to do on your poems.
Which I will.
Full honours to you my friend and be reading more of you soon.

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Neville

You can beat an egg
You can beat a drum
You can beat a carpet
You can beat about the bush
But you just can't beat
a darn good read by a bloomin decent lake ..
Nice one GregΒ 

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Greg Etsell

Wow, that’s awesome. What you said.
Thank you NevilleΒ 

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