Help from above
Who whispers foul play
Is awfully wrong.
The numbers he ratchets up
The beautiful stranger
At any game
Be it physical or intellectual
At strenuously jumping or sitting in thought!
He amazes the pants out of everyone
Myself not excluded
(Though himself excepted
Sure thing.)
I’m just a coach for little guys
I’m saying to all and sundry
See?
See...?
What a great example
My extraterrestrial
Is!
He stirred
No longer dozed the giant
The roar of stardust
Was clawing back into his
Conscience.
He’ll fight the harder now!
May the public be prepared!
If I’m lying I’m dying
The fear upon the bunch.
For Every Tib and Tom Cat
dissabte
13. the roar of stardust
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- 20. such ugly remains
- 19. trouble at the cage
- 18. almost caught
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- 11. all cross the river [one]
- 10. body or luminous arena
- 9. lights out for you, rather, you jerk!
- 8. it must be that I ain't ready to die
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