Rexing Flexing

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Rexing Flexing

REXING flexing showing my moves
time for me to get in the groove
Send out a buson to find me a player
If it will help he can even do a prayer
decleat to defeat
to win the game
plyometric training will bring you fame
scamdiacapper is a new rapper
goona bring the house down round your ears
we're the cowboys and we're number one
james bond forced me to say that he has a gun

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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