Camping Trip
The Barking Dogs.
The Burping Frogs.
The Snorting Hogs.
The dead hollow logs.
The trees behind the fog.
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A giant moon.
Sunrise expands soon.
Hiking in the woods this afternoon.
Finish breakfast with your spoon.
Clean up the mess in your room.
Sleeping bags around the fire.
Naked alone with our desire.
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