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Blowing blades through Pan's ass, the Truegrass player
Rends like a reed, the thin squeeky strips of lawn he plucks
With discerning eye, wailing like a sax hiding in a bush
To discuss with birds using his sticky thin blade to
Chirp! squack! break apart before the gift turns into art.
Rends like a reed, the thin squeeky strips of lawn he plucks
With discerning eye, wailing like a sax hiding in a bush
To discuss with birds using his sticky thin blade to
Chirp! squack! break apart before the gift turns into art.