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Gratefulness
A pitcher of lemonade Sunday newspaper scattered Like leaves on the floorboards My best friend lies content next to my rocker
As I stare out into paradise I think on all my blessings
Nothing fancy Just a plain ol’ cabin In a valley of green Wrapped in the arms of tall peaks
The days grow short Autumn’s long since passed this way Those hills tell me all I need to know Their heads snow capped now It’s time to hunker down
Sunset My best time Cup of Jo Last slice of apple pie
My old pal looks up as if to say Ain’t this a good life? You bet my friend It’s the best there is For two such as we.
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