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PreSeason I saw Goose practice today A preseason game About forty Canada Geese Honking and flapping They swooped low and merged Then separated Two, three, then four V’s It was mass confusion The rookies scurried Around Not knowing who They should follow There’s only a month Before the season starts And they have to make The big flight I wonder who their manager is? |
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