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River
Called Campbell
The city is fine
And can be fun,
But give me a small
Town on The Island,
Where everyone knows
Your business or
Thinks that they do,
Most say good morning
Though some never do,
Everyone’s kind
Except the feuding few,
You can see
The stars, the moon,
The noon sun seems
To shine just for you,
The waves wash
The midnight stones
Like lovers alone,
That magic time
When most problems
Don’t matter,
The deer all smile
And raccoons chatter,
Everyone knows
We’re in this
Thing together,
You can talk to
The mayor
Spill your mind,
If us by chance
You’re trying to find,
Look for a river
Called Campbell.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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