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the cat to the boot and the boot to me from me to the gun and from the gun to my man my gun screams and rustles just like that couch in the garden of yours my man is true and confident the truth and the confidence, themselves, told me so in a gathering held at Sicilia and there was also a wom'n she laughed at my striped pants and kissed me farewell I travelled along with the Mayflower fellas in a tiny yellow rubber boat with black stripes they told me a tale about a guy and a gun with a cat and a boot or could that be a different tale? I don't know better ask Grahame, that fact twister
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
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the cat to the boot and the boot to me from me to the gun and from the gun to my man my gun screams and rustles just like that couch in the garden of yours my man is true and confident the truth and the confidence, themselves, told me so in a gathering held at Sicilia and there was also a wom'n she laughed at my striped pants and kissed me farewell I travelled along with the Mayflower fellas in a tiny yellow rubber boat with black stripes they told me a tale about a guy and a gun with a cat and a boot or could that be a different tale? I don't know better ask Grahame, that fact twister
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
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