POUR IT ON
Pour it on the milk-shuttle
grinder : I came here for my
nothing at all. And I leave here
now with my cattle dispersed,
and only the aching knowledge
that I was once here. Norway,
or Finland, somewhere like
that, the wizard guy said I'd
end up dead. I could believe
him too, the way I've been
running those 4-way stops.
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