Quit my job to kick raps instead
So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin’ in bread
Shot the movie, no script
Scoured the Heights, no piff
Came home like, “It’s no recipes left”
Kid’s like, “No shit”
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Now landed on some spangled shore
Awhile each dazled maniac roves
By saphire lakes, thro’ em’rald groves,
Paternal acres please no more;
Adieu the simple, the sincere delight —
Th’ habitual scene of hill and dale,
The rural herds, the vernal gale,
The tangled vetch’s purple bloom,
The fragrance of the bean’s perfume
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William Shenstone | Rural Elegance