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I Love The

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LandNarwals

Published: Jun 6, 2012

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I love the ocean,
I love the breeze,
I love the wind,
I love the trees.
I love the sun,
I love the bees,
I love the fish,
swim with the fish,
my fondest wish.

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A song my mom sang to me.

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NewMuffin

Jun 26, 2012

Aw....this is a cute one!

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