The Reverse of Fly | ||
Yellow apples in a basket sigh Their farmer worked like any guy In a crispy flannel, he never once shied Weakly, he awoke with a wealthy supply He released his fist and let go a cry, Today, he will touch branches on high, |
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Joel Jupp | ||
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