The year I raised the 4H deer
Were the best days of my life.
Not only did I eat really well,
But I met my future wife.
She was a doe-eyed sophomore
Who smelled of smoke and beer.
She’s still my favorite cousin.
Good mem’ries, senior year.
The year I raised the 4H deer
Were the best days of my life.
Not only did I eat really well,
But I met my future wife.
She was a doe-eyed sophomore
Who smelled of smoke and beer.
She’s still my favorite cousin.
Good mem’ries, senior year.
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