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Sat, 09/17/2016 - 21:51 -- maybird

I know a place of love, one that's just sublime

I spend my time here daily in the summertime

In this place I can be myself, not what others like

I laugh and goof and smile on our many hikes

This place i adore is camp, where only friends are made

No matter where i go, the joy from camp never fades

And everytime i leave there, i feel i have to cry

To every friend i've made there, i have to say goodbye. 

I'll see them the next summer though, and tell them my tall tales

Of funny things i did at school, or how i hilariously failed

Home is where the heart is, and mine is definitely at camp

For everytime i leave that place, I feel quite like a champ.

 

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