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The Deer Camp by Lisa Norman
Juneberry a place where Cows moo Horses eat The farmer is up at the crack of dawn Kids waking up and screaming The clock stikes eleven o’clock Hunters come in They eat like pigs and get ready to leave again The kids chasing after the hunters so they can go It’s finally peaceful We can finally relax The smell of the manuer and drifting off to a deep sleep Until it’s disturbed again by the noises of the loud children Some people call it a cabin But I called it my home Juneberry |