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Danielson Famile
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Farmers Serve The Waiters
I will empty all my accounts to become a waiter On hand and foot and tend to invisible hammers, Guitars and pens everything returns with purpose again. I can't be on vacation all of the time so I take A plough and platter and march through hell-holes Chuckling storms Magician jars hit and run hot stuff, Just for the fun. Just wait... We grow head to toe as we wait upon you.
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