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There will be ice cream for naked boys swimming in kettles, diving in.
Tornado country beat Allen lumber into mud ponds, sinking in.
my ears are ringing I keep hearing summer setting,
I keep hearing my ears ringing.
I want to live in your house,
I want to live in your room,
I want to sleep in your bed,
this summer (afraid.)
Like fire, you never really know what's there.