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Camping

We camp weekends with family and friends,
Can’t wait to get there; hate it when it ends,
We never know where our campsite will be,
We pitch our tent by the best scenery.

When tired of driving, we park on a lot,
With some conniving, we pick the best spot,
A site by the water with much to do,
My son and daughter paddle the canoe.

Hiking, hunting, and fishing is the best,
Camping after working, we need the rest,
By a campfire dining, stories to tell,
A lease I’m signing, no better hotel.

Haven’t been camping? You’re missing the fun,
Outdoors, no pampering, rain, wind or sun,
Fresh air, wildlife, walking non-traveled paths,
Only, my wife can’t wait to take a bath

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