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Someone shot down the eagle
The flower child needs to learn to fight
These colors don't run
I was always attracted to cowboy's asses. I mean they have to be playing into their appeal. They cannot pull their denim jeans tight over their waist and ride horses over rough terrain and not know what they are selling: sex. Isn't that the foundation of American: sexual fantasy? America's a dirty girl with a bad attitude, a club where all the pretty blondes let loose for a night. Under the guise of its attraction, of its glitter, of its slutty patriotism, is a blood and tear-soaked pedestal crushing all those who may not "have it" in its rouse to be untouchable.
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