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Covered Wagon

covered wagon Moseyin’ along in the wild west, this stick-figure settler encourages his stick-figure horse to keep it movin’. The stick figure wheels keep turnin’ over, bumpin’ along on the long line of holes in the printer paper, I mean territory. The stick-figure sky is bright blue, and the settler sings out, “My heart’s as big as a baked potato!”

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