4/7/11

THE WORD

The hog is my cycle, I shall not want another, it maketh me to lie down on muddy roads, it skideth when beside the deep waters, it ruinith my nerves and leads me down paths of idiocy for its name sake, yea though I ride through the valleys, I push up the hills, its rods and loose spokes they torture me, it preparest my trials before me, and in the presence of mine enemies, it teaches me to fear the fast limeys, it anointest my clothing with oil, its carberator runeth over, yea verily this monster will curse me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell near a parts house forever!!

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