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Apr 01. 2026
I herd, you cut down my green ears to stumps. I’ll never forget. Playing brass is my front. Where I stomp, I parade. Head to tail.Tail to trunk. I like salad, yes tuskin’. There’s a bird on my rump.
Apr 01. 2026
I herd, you cut down my green ears to stumps. I’ll never forget. Playing brass is my front. Where I stomp, I parade. Head to tail.Tail to trunk. I like salad, yes tuskin’. There’s a bird on my rump.