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Rubble, Tags And Fallen Frame
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An Overholt In The Brush
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"Cannonball!"
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Home Grown Destruction
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Muddled Figures
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Once Upon A Junk
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The Little Spout That Could
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Lonely Little Lockers
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Cylindrical Silos and Stack
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Out, Out, Damn Stick!
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Random and Strewn
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Ye Olde Overholt Warehouse
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Industrial Pews
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Stumbling Blocks
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Leapin' Lids
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Which Way Is Up?
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8 O
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The Old Overholt Orifice
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Sagging Bench In The Corner
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Metaphor Before Me
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Gotta Love A Little Of The Overholt Middle
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Wither And Die, Intruding Vines
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Down, Down, Down
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Stairway In Silence
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The Seat For The Overholt Ghost
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Interview, Over
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"... Than A Frontal Lobotomy."
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"I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me ..."
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A Wreck Of A Desk
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Parts Place