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.If gibberish is outlawed, only outlaws will kitty canoe bongo.
Go out now and vote for LibertyBob.
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Bobbity
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