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| WE CALL IT VENTURE THREE |
| We pulled our homes behind us, Searching for tranquillity. Till we ventured on an island, Where the river meets the sea. We found a welcome waiting, And cordiality. We found what we were seeking, And they called it Venture Three. The sun greets each new morning, As it rises from the sea. The breeeze has whiffs of jasmine, And the birds sing merrily. There's biking, swimming, sailing, And shelling by the sea. It's the closest place to heaven, And we call it Venture Three. |
| We brought our saws and hammers, And capabilities, And built ourselves a clubhouse, For our activities. While side by side together, All working busily, We were also building, Comaradarie. Our clubhouse is always buzzing, With joyous frivolity. The gals are exercising, And the sharks aren't all at sea. There's bingo, potlucks and parties, It's a real great place to be. There's always something doing, In this place called Venture Three. |
| Come sail into our harbor, Bring your friends and family. It's easy entertaining, With the sunsets always free. Fishing dreams come true here, The pelicans agree. You'll want to stay forever, In this place called Venture Three. Dorothy Seelye - Photographer, Writer, and Friend |
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