bright October air
a cool forty-eight
I wait to pick up the kids
dark, roasted coffee
from the corner-store
I listen to the radio
the bell finally rings
here come those wild children
the song’s not over
a cool forty-eight
I wait to pick up the kids
dark, roasted coffee
from the corner-store
I listen to the radio
the bell finally rings
here come those wild children
the song’s not over
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