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scrap iron that looked real pretty
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the farmer boy and his dog
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archie
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fence
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true faaaaaaaaahmas
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running with the car while we sit in the open back
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waiting to be fed
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1403 (about as personal as you get on a dairy farm)
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herding dem kaowz
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cowowie
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hallway treeway
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trees
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down to the dam
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just causally getting to see this kinda stuff
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mushrooooooomz brah... but not the fun kind. more the death kind
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more flowers and trees and plants
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and some more
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relaxing some more
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relaxing
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in the backyard
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playing around
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some flowers and plants and fence that looked relly pretty and lush
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true crazy awesome farm dog
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archie
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refective dog!
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henry playing guitar
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...yeah
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and lit our cigarettes off our shoes
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so naturally we pulled a bender
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we watched the breakfast club
