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Jan 17, 2008
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Divisional Champs ( with prelude )
As the factories were being built
upon the bones of those before,
We sadly learn yet another skill
to labor us even more,
A future as bright as the overhead lights...
Diagonal to the left or to the right
forward or maybe looking back,
Keep all options within my sight
As the bored move from red to black...
That in the pennants that sway...
As the wind was winding down...
To the players that will play...
Win by division steal the crown...KING ME !
Just a hop skip and jump away
feeling good for what's ahead,
Then came that fateful day
when black turned into red...
That in the pennants that sway...
As the wind was winding down...
To the players that will play...
Win by division steal the crown...KING ME !
— j_h08, Jan 17, 2008
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