They were there..
to keep...
and one of them..
is mine...
......
That little bottle...
round...
and Warm...
so nice and
brown...
...
.....
and sweet..
green grass
it lays in sleep...
......
and how you..
made...
two cents..
from mine....
......
and rainy days..
I come...
around..
and candy...
both we'd buy....
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