You are my bison
I am your salt lick.
You are my fenceposts and chickenwire.
I am your sandcastle kicker.
You are my rhombus and pine, my wind-pulled steel roof.
I am your discount theater.
You are my creases and accents.
I am your appliance.
You are my utilities district.
I am your corn.
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