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I want to eat
I want to sleep
I want leathery soles and
Curly hair on my feet
The trekking is done
The weather is narly
There's no Longbottom Leaf
Or fields of barley
The road it winds
Ever so slowly
Friends are afar
Makes one feel a bit lowly
But the sun it will shine
And the breeze will be fair
When we gather again
Pipes swirling the air
I'm sure to be there...
Oh I'm sure to be there!
(All photos property of Betty Parquette)
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