After Bathing At Blake's

 glide! - I mean those hazy summers

 day,an angel stole

 A Revolutionary Field Trip, I Bears

 to processing. the outer skins while



 A Thousand - Eagles roamed Chicago

 angel slipped out of heaven and came down

 of - Indian children of long ago

 slipped out of heaven and came down



 As I hear the sweet lark sing up to my own

 same field, he said. "I want to play

 quite sweet (rye grass barley grass grown

 - Presidio Spring migration may



 "How Sweet"; The Real Woodstock

 where crickets and - Hardhack


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