My best friend Martha lived by a lagoon
We'd often walk down to play there
Along that murky shore
The soil was black and gooey
The trees were old and mostly dead
Too much water killed them all
Rotted their poor roots
The pump-house was down there
Her dad had to go down to start her up
That's how they watered
Their vines and orange trees
That's how they did it all!
We'd walk down that steep road
Slowly walked up again
There was a huge rubbish dump
Full of lots of exiting stuff
Old shoes and pots and pans
Years of rubbish piled up to explore
Showing how other people lived
Many long years ago!
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