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Feb 2014
You tried to beat me when we played the quiet game,
but instead you cried until the ground duty told you to shut your mouth.
Shut up, Hector, you oddball!
What on earth is it that you want to give me?  
Is that a baseball card?
No thanks.
Written by
Douglas Beights
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