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Ox ox ox Ox with foot Foot no Shroud Ox is proud Man man man Man on rocks Rubbing his putrid crack In the gravel on the mountain side What a grotesque display You must be some kind of pervert Does that feel good? Is it condoned by God? Is the ox a convert? Bee dripping asphalt Turbulent pomegranate A milk white dove Shoe Powdered back Wright off Spotted yellow moon tan Cut, Charles Mountain.
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