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My sense of humor is just such a blast,
Whether finishing first or close to dead last, But now and again, it seems such a waste, Once a great mood is now such a bad taste… People often comment, when I am done, I didn’t enjoy it – these games aren’t much fun… But the last thing I’d ever require is to fail; Enough can be said for that kick in the tail! But whether my game is cool or inferior, Nothing can beat having a large posterior! So enough about the target pinned to my back; And enough about me – what things do they lack? Every generation has its riveting prime, Mine will come soon, it’s a matter of time… But whether indicted, or prosecuted by law, I'm surely mistaken about their guffaw…
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