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{JOURNAL WITH WDC give it 100 Remembering John.} |
| The Sounds Of The Enchanted Forest I walk by the banks of the river and the foliage of the wild flower displays a sweet aroma all around. On the branches the birds are singing merely. The frog sitting o the lily pod croaks in harmony. The swirling mist spreads all around and nothing can be heard But the sounds of the enchanted forest. |