Sarah Palin can/
see Russia from her back yard./
I hear the freeway.
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How’djah cutcha?/
Burnyah? What car we takin?/
Da truck? Dialect.
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She felt the pumpkin/
in the truck and laughed at her/
good fortune and luck.
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