Jam Monster 

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  • There was its massive silhouette, cutting out in the incipient paddle. And its hands seeking in the waterway nuggets and gold dust. It was old mining, come with shovel and pickaxe to discover new seams. He me taught the patience and the slow drying of the tobacco. I hung to the wall his tools, memory of treasure ever found and unexpected friendship.

  • There was its massive silhouette, cutting out in the incipient paddle. And its hands seeking in the waterway nuggets and gold dust. It was old mining, come with shovel and pickaxe to discover new seams. He me taught the patience and the slow drying of the tobacco. I hung to the wall his tools, memory of treasure ever found and unexpected friendship.

  • There was its massive silhouette, cutting out in the incipient paddle. And its hands seeking in the waterway nuggets and gold dust. It was old mining, come with shovel and pickaxe to discover new seams. He me taught the patience and the slow drying of the tobacco. I hung to the wall his tools, memory of treasure ever found and unexpected friendship.

  • There was its massive silhouette, cutting out in the incipient paddle. And its hands seeking in the waterway nuggets and gold dust. It was old mining, come with shovel and pickaxe to discover new seams. He me taught the patience and the slow drying of the tobacco. I hung to the wall his tools, memory of treasure ever found and unexpected friendship.

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