EATING A PITCHFORK
I can't judge you by your
cover, because you're certainly
not a book, but that fine binding
will get you some points.
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Here in County Durrasette, we
sit around a lot, just making
things up : The hang-glider
was on fire as I saw him
gliding by. Flames were
shooting out behind, from
what looked like his hair.
Another time, there was a
farm guy, in his bib overalls,
eating a pitchfork. I swear.
And 'eating a pitchfork'
is just what I said.
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