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Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tough Guys
There's a new gang and they don't play nice;
They ride their boards in the snow and the ice.
They will look surly if given the chance
And if you hug them they'll both look askance.
Haircuts are out and high-flying is in
Build them a grind-box, just maybe they'll grin.
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