.The berries on the way home from the barn
Stop running the wasp won't do you no harm
The faces I would make, baking the cake with my mom
I wanted to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond
My father tapping the blade in the foam
He's sweaty, his leather hands green as the lawn
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