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The rookie sits in the locker room
after everyone has left.
It's his first start in the majo -
as I was opening last months bread again/
I came across a toe fungus medicine/
squish the do -
Come one, come all, witness
the paragon of asymetrical fitness!
With rippling musles, a gree -
This is a poem written for Schmee
with spackle and crackling arthritic knees,
at first I was -
dappled over tightly closed eyes
are tears that cannot get within,
despite the desert drough -
Blue
So cool, like you.
Never showed a thing
Beneath your surface,
But what currents
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