So in eighth grade
We had to write a poem using only newspaper clips
And I found mine
Well, the words for it.
~jrlrock
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Let's make this
the fight
to remember
towering power
happily never after
rising above
we have a secret weapon
true grit to the end
grand:
the power to rule
GREATNESS
start to finish!
us against the rival
bombs away
here's to the pursuit of:
nothing less than first
champions
most epic competition
defeat your foe
escape impossible
for the record
you were only pretending to be perfect
-ever stand where lightning just struck?