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my edgar allan poem
once upon a midnite, deary,
as i wandered meek and weary
through a neighborhood I'd never seen b-4.
while i wandered, nearly crapping
in my pants, I heard some rappin'
as if some thugs, intent on slappin'
on my butt, approached and postured,
stood before me, demanding cash,
requiring cash and so much more.
I was glad I knew karate,
learnd my moves when young and hearty,
Studied teh grapple with the Gracies
Knew my way around in Macy's
Sporting goods department store.
Wore my gi, dobok and speedos,
nunchuks signed by Sensei Ito,
Thought the flying armbar neato,
Ate my protein and my Wheatos,
and I'd never lost a tourney match before.
So I said to these pachucos
Looked into their eyes an
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