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Babcock Lake


There is no need to proclaim

her scintillating presence.


The air about her is

delightfully pure.


She dresses fashionably

in shades of blue.

Her movements are graceful

as she flows down wind

past stately pines

and leaning birch trees.


Lapping boats

anchor to weathered docks.

 
 
 

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