boggle as the mind goes sizzling on the sidewalk -- as the gardens grow -- let us keep our knees bent -- better yet our legs -- as the pegs get rounder and the holes shift square -- fair enough the grounds and merry go the rounds -- catch the candy as it cottons, keep the apples or they're rotten well before it's time for pie, ours to only wonder why -- keep the salt and drink the chai -- goodbye, the darling clementines
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