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The bond cow was strutting in the night the wind, the bond movies' audio. The bond cow alone, with a blue hue around the bones that shaped the flesh in between, in the orange of streetlights The bond cow unlike the lazy cows huddles on sideroads and mid roads, mud roads, clean roads, pot-holed roads, what the hell were you doing up at that time.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
The Bond Cow
The bond cow was strutting in the night the wind, the bond movies' audio. The bond cow alone, with a blue hue around the bones that shaped the flesh in between, in the orange of streetlights The bond cow unlike the lazy cows huddles on sideroads and mid roads, mud roads, clean roads, pot-holed roads, what the hell were you doing up at that time.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
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