she's just waiting for the summertime
when the weather's fine.
jack johnson once told me: rach, don't let your dreams be dreams.
and i thanked him, that jack.
and i went up to old stadium, to the upper steps, on the east side the other day...to trigger a memory.
i then ran my ass off to feel some heat. some good, spring, almost-summer heat.
and i like your picture, mister.
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