Cherished Memories |
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| I will always cherish these memories from Camp John Marc.... |
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| | | The innocents prancing, laughing and playing around their haven, Camp John Marc. |
| | | Their sweet escape from their challenging lives where they can have fun from sun up to dark. |
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| | | They wake up in the morning with smiles across their freckled faces |
| | | and a glimmer of hope twinkles in their eyes as they tie their laces. |
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| | | Ready to take on what the new day brings, |
| | | I look at them and draw inspiration |
| | | from thier endurance, strength and determination |
| | | as a little bird sings |
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| | | We cooked, we painted, we played, we fished |
| | | and anything else they wished. |
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| | | And at the end of the day, I look at them and see so much that I aspire to be, |
| | | And yet they grab my hand to hold and look up at me. |
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