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Feb 2019
speeding round the curves

flying over the hills

my ***** went in my stomach,

I spilled some beer,

when we had to slow down

for that tractor

with a plow attachment

interrupted

was about to take a ****
luckily, we didn't encounter any deer that night
Written by
Breanna evans  25/F/West Virginia
(25/F/West Virginia)   
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