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I’ll be the rattlesnake Watch the leaves slip over me
Despite the words I say Most folks can’t triangulate
Between the chirping birds Croakin frogs and cattle herds
The lord above, I pray, Don’t let this boy bother me
Beat me to submission Ask me for contrition
The man I saw across the way
He asked me how I feel today
He never seemed to take my good advice
If only he could see the way
My body seems to undulate
The summer doesn’t come without a price
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