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Sep 2015
Wanna make me boil?
Take my food
Bundle it in iron foil.
Wanna touch this nature
Go out in the field
Work for me
It's fine, I'll pay you for the slave labor.

Hey there's an avocado over there
Yes, there young man:
There's a tomato over there
Plop, yes, in my hand's.
Juicy, ripe, ready for a pickin'
See you later son, have to go to the grandmom's request,
She has hot juice ready for me
And some egg's, toast
Waiting in my kitchen.
Not to mention
Something else ripe for the picking.
Bill murray
Written by
Bill murray  California
(California)   
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