stuffed full of potatoes and rumbled down the tumbleweed hillside into a gully a valley so low there's a throw away from a stone that groans to be gone and the loan is a strong way up to the dock while the wrong way turned is a daylight clock we'll never get ahead of -- we'll be kept well instead of -- keep the fire low or we will burn straight through too soon
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