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All This Dust Looking, I can see that it is inconceivable that you would be somehow more loveable than me. Born from dust returning to dust this dust becomes that dust from the east, into the west Perhaps yours was better dust! Some dirt! Somehow you were formed to be more loveable than me. Perhaps it really is all in the fertilizer! I never saw a bull wearing boots. |
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OK....I know ...but it's supposed to be funny!
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