NOW IS THE SEASON OF OUR PEEPS CONTENT.
MADE GLORIOUS BUNNIES BY THIS FOAM OF CANE
AND ALL THESE SWEET CONFECTIONS THAT LOW'R'D UPON OUR HOUSE
IN THE DEEP BOTTOM OF OUR BELLIES BURIED.
Chronicling the decline of the west and the emergence of all that stuff that floats to the top of dead systems.
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