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fuck y(o)pe dozin deuce stects p on the window sill like I was tippin

on all four keels. painting the scene raw like the news forgotten

on the farm pride laid down by your forefathers. jumping long yardage

on you ford carbs inhalers dustin rusty old nailed impalas rummaging

through the swamped squalors. proller not but this townll see you better,

good nuff with tusk money well spent on these fresh gates.keep pride

in your eyes when you take a sneek squint on this pint of good ol

chicken drummed floosey cageing the lord of anarchy ggeked up in her

own world of hennesy and honey. promise this news leader a better

winter on sides stilled by gilled millis. your own dadas smushing the fuel

to take bite of the slope you seemed to jump over.