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THANKS FOR THE

MEMORIES...

I left Kennebec and Kennebago behind me

Heading south by bus and by plane,

Missing friends in Acadia and Apache

Leaving the green hills and blue lakes of Maine;

Once again I was leaving Camp Laurel
Departing my true summer home,

It was there, amid counselors and friends alike

I’d made memories to last all year long;

Goodbye to the paths that wound through the woods

To tall cedars, green ferns and white pine,
Farewell to the evenings in Baxter and Sequoia

And to campires sparkling up the night sky;

Once again I was leaving Camp Laurel

Departing my true summer home,

It was there, amid counselors and friends alike
I’d made memories to last all year long.
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