Sunshine on the

street at the parade

but you would
rather be in the
dark ages
JUNE
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 Please picture me in the trees
I hit my peak at seven feet
in the swing over the creek
SW

R
HE
EE

OT
T

TE O
A N
IN LL
TH TE
E T
SU N'
MM WO
ER C T,
ROSS MY HEAR

I WAS TOO SCARED TO JUMP IN

JULY
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 sipped aw
st
augu

ay like a bottle of wine

AUGUST cause yuo were never mine

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AND WHEN I GOT HOME, 'FORE I
SAID, "Amen"ASKING GOD IF
HE COULD PLAY IT
AGAIN
he said the way my blue eyes shined put

SEPTEMBER those Georgia stars to shame that night

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 E
UT TH
S O RRY B
I’ M CAN T’
L D T AYLOR
O E
TO TH
COME NOW
RIGHT
PHONE

WHY?
REP USE
OH, CA
DEAD
SH’ES

OCTOBER
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 autum leaves falling down
like pieces into place
and I can picture it
after all these days
NOVEMBER
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