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Bulls on the payroll

but stretches are blind. You can fit like a hinge.

Two by four for seat, up against the rods.

Wily wraiths jack-knifed inside the storage bin. Tensed for
falling consignments.

Bruisers lashed to the brake beam with a trouser belt.

Whipple trees, grab irons. The guts.

Death woods.

The wool harvest       shifted from curve to curve.