lobsters and shrimp
buttered sauce
big white bibs
a New England clam chowder
I have been there
in Maine
where the lake laps
the rocky coast emerges
the Augusts are chilly
The evergreens roll
The peace in the mountain
Mount Katadin
The girls around the campfire
tennis courts until dusk
are now in the sea of my
dreams.
buttered sauce
big white bibs
a New England clam chowder
I have been there
in Maine
where the lake laps
the rocky coast emerges
the Augusts are chilly
The evergreens roll
The peace in the mountain
Mount Katadin
The girls around the campfire
tennis courts until dusk
are now in the sea of my
dreams.
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