of all things that bring hope of dawn
to live near a place called lorne,
the smiling face of its natural breeze.
to be reasured with ease.
loving nuteuring the heart of stone.
to be relaxed in, what you call home.
it does not matter in how you live,
to be able to live each day as you know
the love of a cild as you grow.

Rodney Rod Smith

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