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Source: [url=https://www.fark.com/comments/14096150?utm_source=feed&utm_medium=comments&utm_campaign=fark]On Big Sky roads, the poppies blow, among the big rigs, row on row. Our hearts do race; and and brains do fry, until the law lets warrants fly, and slaps the cuffs on all who know. On Big Sky roads [Strange][/url]