Who’s The Poet In The Black?
¶ 1
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See if you can solve my riddle,
I’ve been dressed in black,
I have a watchful eye,
Though you tell me it’s no use,
Sometimes you call me rude names,
Yes, in all the football games
Ever played, I’ve taken verbal abuse,
Can you tell who am I?
That’s right, the one who takes all your flack,
I’m the man in the middle.
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