Past the lush green fields of the midlands , gentle meadows you'll find ,
Are somewhere to escape to when you're sick of life's daily grind .
Where the wind scatter's your hair and rain splatters you in the face .
You can loose your thoughts on the meadows there's nothing there but space.
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-09 06:05:01
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