His Green and Gold Arrive On Thursday
His green and gold arrive on Thursday
Blasted onto my memory’s monitor
His tongue is out
He’s so concentrated when nothing else matters
On higher ground
He stands above the rest
And leaning over,
He picks up where he left off
While the others are out again
If he wins, I will
And we’re moving up the ladder
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