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I was a kid about eight years old
Went shopping with Mom downtown
The Duncan man’s in store I was told
Isle three, where yoyos are found

I had a yoyo I got somewhere
Could make it go up and down  
I saw there was a crowd over there
Checked it out, here’s what I found

A man had kids watching his scene
Had a yoyo in each hand
Doing yoyo tricks I’d never seen
They called him the Duncan man

Duncan yoyos became such a hit
I begged Mom and she bought one
The yoyo string’s not tied at the end
Spins free, unlike my old one

I practiced till some talent unfurled
At most tricks I was able
Like “loop the loop” and “around the world”
“Walking the dog” and “rock the cradle”

Time moved on, put the yoyos away
Till my kids became that age
They asked Mom for a yoyo one day
Told her it was all the rage

Found my Duncan yoyos, bought new strings
My kids were outside at play
Started doing fancy tricks and things
Old Dad amazed them that day

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