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###¨#¨¨#¨# I  Follow The Tire Tracks  West. They Go #¨¨¨#¨¨#¨#
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¨¨#¨#¨#¨## Where  The  Machines   Who   Made  These ¨####¨##¨¨
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#¨¨###¨¨¨#       Screeches, Or Calls For Help.      #¨###¨#¨##
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