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Dayboro The town of yester-year Its a pleasant drive through Dayboro At any time of the year To a place where time stood still it seems Since our pioneers settled here. When you pass down William Street Just pause and linger near Look in the quaint old rustic stores Soak up their atmosphere. |
You'll find the weathered old facades Are not some thin veneer But a reflection of a life-time past When our world was more sincere. There are no crowds to wear you down And the country air is clear What better place, to rest a-while For lunch and a glass of beer. Then if you like what you have seen Maybe, find some souvenir Of that little place called Dayboro The town of yester-year. Rodd Sherwin © |
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