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It is Summertime like in the George Gershwin song the grass is waving, tall & my step -father's rich & my mom's not bad looking (still despite being in her late years) In a mansion house that is a museum someone is polishing a large copper *** & dusting the books in the old library A vagrant locked out of childhood haunts in my dreams I walk along a country road The grass is waving, tall it’s summertime like in the George Gershwin song
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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It is Summertime like in the George Gershwin song the grass is waving, tall & my step -father's rich & my mom's not bad looking (still despite being in her late years) In a mansion house that is a museum someone is polishing a large copper *** & dusting the books in the old library A vagrant locked out of childhood haunts in my dreams I walk along a country road The grass is waving, tall it’s summertime like in the George Gershwin song
The Song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XivELBdxVRM
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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