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I am short of sticks And pulled my last muscle We are thinking of winning While the Zamboni rehearses I was wild for the net And passed my glove to you in respect There was no war like lacrosse And Beowulf and Christmas rain It’s hard to be in goal On the last day of school Commingling with others KHL is for vlad and his cousin But according to the show You won everyone’s hand And are worth sixty million Minus the playhouse that called Forget about rehearsing You have won So have they For the very third time To be known how it was But without drugs Or water Or ruinous thoughts of the weir It was Lake Malaren that named you The best of all men From Tampa to Quispamsis I send you a locked car The tank is now empty And we walked to the beach For Crosby to repeat What was all that asking for You won Come to Communion The priest is collecting And I am ailing for sports That I witness at dawn Quit smoking, I did And think of reading the rulebook And lacing my boots For Canada to be