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Dec 2010
When I dis you
I smell goats milk
on your breath,
and your tee
could use a comb
including your hair shirt.
I admire your gustatory bent,
grass, clover, gravel, Milk Duds...
And Oh, when we're in bed!
Your so Ram-bunk-cious!
With you behind me
I always feel like I'm about
To inherit "the" whirl!
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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