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Hung up on you

Suuure, I'll cutcha some slack.

 

Just enough

for your toes

to graze in the grass.

 

Like ten little

dangling

moo-cows.

 

Wait, but

do piggies

eat grass too?

 

Whatever.

Cute feet.

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Feb 25
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