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Sittin' on the front porch
In Oak Cliff
With my bra
Watchin' some cars go by
A lady with a baby
With only one shoe
Walks by
Baby on her shoulder
Has his mouth open
More than his eyes
Where's his other shoe?A little bird is bathin'
On the driveway
In a puddle of old rain
A station wagon honks
And swerves and almost
Hits a squirrel
The squirrel gets crazy eyed
And zippers back and forth
Across the pavement
Talk about close calls
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