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In Your Schedule

Fifty-two cards,
In the deck,
You lose your hand,
What the heck!
 
Losing your hand,
Is not too fun,
Your right or left,
Then only one.
 
But tarred and feathered,
You don't win any metals,
Bronze, silver, or gold,
Are not in your schedule.
 
Do you have?
Athlete's feet?
That do not need, any sleep?
Or do you walk or run?
With shoes that are so cheap?
 
Last place bad,
First place good,
Become the star,
Of your neighborhood.
 
Last place bad,
First place good,
Go and earn,
Your true manhood.
 
Last place bad,
First place good,
Understood,
Understood.
 



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