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and the may sun shone down on california. |
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and the strawberries grew fat and full |
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and thick and red and as big as your fist |
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and the traffic on riverside drive was thin |
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but by no means non-existant. |
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when I saw you against the soda machine. |
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I saw you leaning there. |
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and your hand in the basket |
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was nimble-fingered, and red finger-nailed |
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and it made me remember the sunflower that popped-up outside my window one |
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morning in norwalk |
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it was bright yellow and it was real inviting |
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and I almost forgot that it was an intruder |
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and I saw you against the soda machine. |
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I saw you leaning there. |
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I saw you against the soda machine. |
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I saw you leaning there. |
