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The shuttlecock, served, Goes over the net. I'll probably lose The dollar I bet. Over the net It goes back and forth: It goes north to south, And it goes south to north. The birdie in flight Flits like a sparrow. She hits it so hard It darts like an arrow. I smack it as hard As I can possibly smack it, And, wouldn't you know it: It's stuck in my racquet.
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Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Birds of Leisure
The shuttlecock, served, Goes over the net. I'll probably lose The dollar I bet. Over the net It goes back and forth: It goes north to south, And it goes south to north. The birdie in flight Flits like a sparrow. She hits it so hard It darts like an arrow. I smack it as hard As I can possibly smack it, And, wouldn't you know it: It's stuck in my racquet.
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Apr 5, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
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