You remember, don't you?
When the carefree children of summer
could swim and fish in the creek in the middle of town.
When people strolled around the square and the park,
greeting friends along the way. When
old homes and old trees were as respected as the elders
of the family. When life was graceful, tranquil, rich
in beauty and all the finer things.
There is still a place like that. Cave
Spring.
Come live the dream... |
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