so he said: you ain't got no talent
if you didn't have a face
you wouldn't be nobody
...
Clouds float by on a summer sky
I hop scotch over to you
...
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
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Trees are never felled . . . in summer . . . Not when the fruit . . .
is yet to be borne . . . Never before the promise . . . is fulfilled . . .
Not when their cooling shade . . . has yet to comfort . . .
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