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The clothes are packed Dry food, dog food Sleeping bag Backpack Engaging in conversation Strangers are interesting For being a stranger I'm getting a ride from the station We talk for hours on the way Loving songs being played Falling asleep from a trusty gut Rising from the tired, ***** rut She gives me a soap bar To wash my hairy **** Now I bid farewell, to you ol' gal For dealing with the dog hair And the Musky old smell I went through hell To get this coat from goodwill
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Getting a Ride
The clothes are packed Dry food, dog food Sleeping bag Backpack Engaging in conversation Strangers are interesting For being a stranger I'm getting a ride from the station We talk for hours on the way Loving songs being played Falling asleep from a trusty gut Rising from the tired, ***** rut She gives me a soap bar To wash my hairy **** Now I bid farewell, to you ol' gal For dealing with the dog hair And the Musky old smell I went through hell To get this coat from goodwill
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
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