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| The Beat |
The sound of guns carried on the chilly air,
The beaters on the ground,
Barking dogs and beating sticks,
The Pheasants start to run,
Afraid to take to flight,
A target in the sky,
They might become.......
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Thank you all, As time goes on and my Blog is getting more world wide views, I personally want to thank each and every single individual wh... -
It's a kind of magic, As the magician cast a spell, Enchanting words, The Sorcerer said, In a rhythmic sound, Air is cracking, The spell... -
To sit for a while and watch the world go by, Sat on a bench watching the tide rise, People watched the day through, As they walked on by, D...
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