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I hear her throttle roar there is a speed demon that devoted her car but flex her punch in the midnight air round the town on her boulevard tonight her Firebird streamed her heat like a cigar and headers in a chassis smelting lore

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Nov 9, 2016

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Notes: Trump mobile
Tags: #race #american #politic #automobile #presidential

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