I Go Walking
As I go walking.
In the woods.
We are talking.
In our moods.
We smell flowers.
Hear the birds.
Some does tower.
Smell the turds.
Feel the breeze.
I touch the earth.
Will not freeze.
Hold onto mirth.
We do go back.
Eventually.
So we slack back.
Unfortunately.
Got to the end.
A good walk.
Was had my friend.
Rest and talk.
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