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Circumcised Before Birth

Striker came into dressing room hot and ready for a good game but drama erupted in dressing room spotted on him was actions of a knife a knife that did the right thing but the wrong way it was Different from colleagues, he was a quarter so the name a quarter-man flared out Out there praise name “quarter-man” moved as wild fire in stadium “quarter-man with the ball quartet-man has scored quartet-man’s given yellow card quarter-man is taking penalty quartet-man is the best player quarter-man is carrying trophy” “Why me???”, he soliloquized why was I circumcised before birth? I have talents unsurpassed but the accident of conception, birth robs me honor and opportunities In town girls throw saliva at me shouting “quarter-man, quarter-man”! if I’m quarter-man are others three-quarter-men I cannot be other men. I’m man, human enough

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