Summertime

If I ever have to gimp it with a stick

Or a spastic crutch

By then

I hope I’ll be out of touch

With the green green leaves

Of the green green money tree

And all of its competitive jargon

But if I ever look at you the wrong way

Or simply walk

Well then I’ll be out of touch

With summertime

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