Fair and Square
¶ 1
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Murdock body-checks young Brad
Rankine clatters Cooke
Your lilywhites are not so pure
They do not give a…
fig.
¶ 2
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The sleeping Fin, slow off his line
Cannot get to it.
Falls over Taylor’s feet instead.
A foul? No, he’s just…
not very good.
¶ 3
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And yet your opaque glasses say
we won through thuggery.
There’s only one response to that.
And that is: was it…
heckers like.
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