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A Quiet Lake
‘tis by a quiet, glassy lake
astride an island cool and green,
where I have chosen to awake.
Of all the paths that I could take
I choose the one that can redeem
‘tis by a quiet, glassy lake.
Before I sleep one glance I take
At this fond place whereof I dream
Where I have chosen to awake.
I picked this place for my soul’s sake,
And chose not swiftly flowing stream,
‘tis by a quiet, glassy lake.
It’s free of thunder, noise and quake
And other ills I find extreme,
Where I have chosen to awake.
It’s where my life can take its break,
Where I can cease to plan and scheme.
‘tis by a quiet, grassy lake
Where I have chosen to awake.
--Allpoetry/kirbysman
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