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A poem that preaches duty and caution for high-profile athletes. |
| A sweet miracle And a fortuitous outcome, That prescriptive payday Known as a job... Many believe in it wholeheartedly, While others blame Their lack of imagination And internal ineptitude. With some piping, hot Joe And perhaps a gallon of juices, Millions partake in the flavorful, Smoky goodness Whose salty bites exemplify One of lifeβs most worthwhile gains But whose license Protects us with the highest, Most enduring qualities... |