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| Secret Place by © billybird_nj There is a place that's dear to me; when resting there am totally free. This is where all problems are seen. Talk to the trees - the answers are keen. Now am quite old, my frame is bent; go there no more - and don't want to rent. Cannot sell it. What can I do? I know, I know - I give it to you. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG |