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Below to eastward flows the river wide
Half hidden by a vast bulwark of trees
To westward lies the sprawling countryside
Kissed gently by an early morning breeze

While you stand here upon this lifted knoll
Old walls of stone as ageless as a soul

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Mr. Louis Mazeralle
Bow Wow Rd.
Sheffield Mass.