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it was uncomfortably hot out today i put my cardboard box down on the pavement and squinted into the midspring sun grateful for the knowledge of the truth the ukulele truth and nothing but the truth like i could scream every johnny cash song i've never learned at every pathetic smoker disobeying the signs and i understood oh but did i understand why they're always pushing friday on midweek radio shows it's thursday at 3pm and guess what? now we're free *(to roll in the grass and soak up the sunshine or maybe just take a nap)* tell your winter clothes where they can stuff it and your hick christmas lights to get lost there's a pitcher of unsweetened ice tea with just a dash of lemon juice waiting for me when i get home and a cracked front step to nod off on once it gets cooler and even these june bugs out in may can't bring me down.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
june bugs out in may
it was uncomfortably hot out today i put my cardboard box down on the pavement and squinted into the midspring sun grateful for the knowledge of the truth the ukulele truth and nothing but the truth like i could scream every johnny cash song i've never learned at every pathetic smoker disobeying the signs and i understood oh but did i understand why they're always pushing friday on midweek radio shows it's thursday at 3pm and guess what? now we're free *(to roll in the grass and soak up the sunshine or maybe just take a nap)* tell your winter clothes where they can stuff it and your hick christmas lights to get lost there's a pitcher of unsweetened ice tea with just a dash of lemon juice waiting for me when i get home and a cracked front step to nod off on once it gets cooler and even these june bugs out in may can't bring me down.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
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