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Road Song #4 day in and day out matriculating the armpits and bowels of these hills embraced by these mammoth winter wooley worms that recede humping off into every direction that i care to look warmed only by the leafless trees furring their dark and round bodies they have plastered themselves to the afernoon's orange-blue sky hugging close the setting sun creatures such as these could swallow and digest you depending on your place of mind
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