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Competing is a pleasure - let the cookies crumble - be fair and just - a rhyming poem. |
| Lean a little sideways, Make it look bizarre; A science of the lorry, Witching of a star… Bake it, turn it settled - Such unrivaled treasures! Lined up toward the reaches, Featured in the measures. Adjustments seek a flaring, Bolstered by the greed… Veritably sterile, A buoyed, tragic need; Computed and acknowledged, Grappling with the fence; Formerly denying, Forever seeming tense!!! Superstar hyperbole, Effervescent rolling - A benchmark, strict admonishment, Simply now extolling!!! Coaching tells one to have fun - Working hard’s the key; Then the resolution comes - Somehow, it could be… |