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I’m not just a coach. I know I’m always right But I’m not a massive douche. I wish I was taller, I make up for it with my truck; My truck wishes she was taller too. My wife wears my pants
Around the small pond   Three horses and a donkey   This is all I need
You're sitting on bricks stacked haphazardly upon one another in the heat of the August sun.
You pretend you are so very benign. Can you hear me, you backward bovine? You're just standing there chewing cud, Standing in your own filth and mud.
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