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Barnes Summer
If I see an apple on the street now
I'll pick it up and drink its juices
I'll be allowed to
It would be appropriate
There is nothing you can do
But Pray, I don't punch you in the face
And remember those nights
When I called down the hallway
While you were paid
And now you are left in my memory bank
And there is nothing I can do
But hope and expand
But I warn you now
As I do every year
Pray I only punch you
Punch you back
And don't kill you

 2000 David Greg Harth