All around the world
how it feels to be a punter
wee yins hitting balls in the yard
when you grow up, damn straight you're gonna
train for that trophy
damn straight you're gonna win son
are you winning son
we don't talk like that here, it is
a kind of tourism
mystified by watching something-something young professionals do transversal passing six shots in the air for an eye's blink
everything is coming and going
we actually qualified this time
the trophy is made of spindrift slushie
don't get me started on the Woolsey piñata
How about them appliances
there was nothing inside
but vibes
even the oven sings! Like
a van delivering ice cream
veering offside
serving ecstasy to athletes
in rural making, give us this bread
this melting cigarette
put your reps out
on the Ball
albeit
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