i've got something,
that will make you hay,
but don't take my sunshine,
as i'm gonna need it,
..to make your hay.
i can bake you bread,
even if your grain is course,
but i won't kneed it,
..that ain't okay.
i can grow you corn,
biggest ears for miles,
satisfaction by the tonne,
combined with none.
copyright 2009 cosmic
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