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You ask is it fresh, is what fresh I say
The air that I feel on this warm summer day
That soft blowing breeze, which flows past my face
Invisible in flight, no color, no trace
But there is no taste, no texture, no feel
If I say it is fresh, would you think I'm for real?
Surely you would, why would I lie
Fresher than fresh, direct from the sky
Just made this morning, a few minutes ago

How fresh do you need it, just let me know
I've got plenty; in fact it's on sale
Marked down today, you can not fail
The price is just right, affordably so
Enjoy it right here or get it to go
Hundreds of uses let me bring them to light
Good for sailing a boat or flying a kite
Placing flags at attention, for messing your hair
Nothing is better than fresh blowing air
Makes tumbleweeds move on their dry arid trip
Causes discarded paper to roll and to flip
Persuades bright colored pinwheels to happily spin
Turns clothes on the line inside out, outside in
And open a window; you'll see what I mean
That musty old room will smell new, crystal clean
And birds love it too, it helps them to fly
It dries up the streets if some rain passes by
It can come from the north, the west or the east
Or even the south to say the least
It can be cold, chilled to the bone
Or hot as the sun, up there all alone
Blowing soft, blowing hard, hardly blowing at all
Throughout summer and spring and winter and fall
There's fresh air by the day, fresh air by the night
Whatever you choose is sure to be right
You've many choices, other places to go
Before you decide, I just want you to know
My air is the best, that's what I've been told
Just look at the sign, over one billion sold
So buy it from me, you won't have a care
Is it fresh, you may ask, it's the freshest fresh air

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