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Sep 13
Richly trip me up my Ohio mucky pup! It talks a lot in the dark, like an escaped hatchet salesman on L.S.D. It skips a heartbeat, like an escaped hatchet salesman's wife on L.S.D. It comes at me when my guard's down; when my fingers are numb in the barren Sierras; when the aborticide rate's at its highest.
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