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Jeeper By the Dozen

A ninety thousand dollar Jeep, And that’s a standard one, no less! The ‘23 Grand Wagoneer Conquers the school lines best, I guess. If Coleridge dreamt of Rubikahns With pricing up among the stars, I’d search for stash of heroin And check his needle arm for scars. A capital idea though And P. T. Barnum comes to mind, So climb up in that Wagoneer And leave those school moms far behind.

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Date: 5/22/2022 5:50:00 PM
A ninety thousand dollar jeep? -- Just the ticket for Uriah Heep. ~ gw
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Date: 5/22/2022 10:14:00 AM
My goodness! I couldn't afford to buy one of the bumpers! Ninety thousand, you say? Yes, there is one born every minute, isn't there, Jeff?
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