Highway 3 up through rust-colored valley
Led my Olds out of the mystical land
Where autumn sun filtered through low hanging clouds
And yellow leaves danced like snowflakes on the wind
You gotta pick the right guy to do the job....and in domestic news, research has shown that your father left because you were such a disappointment.
Go out now and vote for LibertyBob.
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