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Cut grass on the lawn A smell so sweet Motors trying to clear their throat So their grumbles may be clear The sound of birds at dawn Chirping ever clear I can hear them say Summertime is near
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
Summertime
Cut grass on the lawn A smell so sweet Motors trying to clear their throat So their grumbles may be clear The sound of birds at dawn Chirping ever clear I can hear them say Summertime is near
truman-brislin-miller
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
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