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jocks don't rock
jocks just suck
mock, put them in a shoe box
sports nutrition
what's that for?
ripped sometimes gaunt
time is precious
time is gold
to just be wasted pumping iron
those jocks
well yeah
so what
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that's where my problem is at, categorizing my work. I was even thinking that that this one sounds more like a rant than it is poetry. Well, more appropriately a rant festooned with rhymes.
