Your Red Wagon

Uncle Walt and Diamonds,
The last time we were on your farm seems like years ago. We have been many places, many unfarmlike by design, and we have traveled miles without end. You, I imagine, sat on that dusty porch wondering where the hell we ran off to. Well, we were trapped in perpetual red wagon traffic. We're mighty fine here now and so is our superhuman crew. Namaste and fuck yeah to you.

Trivia Jean

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