We met conversing at music night,
we settled on a certain facet:
The story of my health improvement...
from nothing short of Magic.
Our gatherings would soon diversify
into a game where we carefully miss.
And all our aim and concerted tries
are thrown by hand with discs.
It's lucky that I met this dreaded guy.
It's almost like he fell in by fate.
With that poofy hair on your stoop.
I see you all the time, Nate.
And yet again we have a mutual hobby.
The blur of the hacky sack in the air.
Round house kicks and scorpion whips.
Watch the jump snap of the Blair!
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