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That's my feet. Wet dirty socks, maybe a little diesel fuel. Who doesn't love John Deere?
-------------------- Here's part of a poem!!
I looked into my palm and saw what we had feared the most
The mouse had gnawed into the frond while they had sought the GHOST
The blender's better blunder blurred the butter's bluish hue
My sugar cube exploded, tiny shrapnel blinded YOU!