There were a few cows, going wow wow, going love my slob, my gob, my silver me timber, gild me a river a young love valentine
A baseball diamond, onto a yokel yeee haaw straw turned to silver, a good man, Mr Unnnierse, a few of those cows, paraded by a straw boss with a bad hair cut,
Obeying orders, and Henry, Henry Ford, blasted off a ridge, near a river, he was at his studies, heaving ho, loving his buddies, dreaming of giving a young girl the ride of her life.
A young girl, born of a cradle, out of a manger, but that is French, across the great divide, the step aside, the Olgavide, the little trail so fine no primrose trail, I pin your hair in the early morning dew.
Spam of Human Affection 
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