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Both left this plain on
8/16, first
number doubled up in the
second (per the
Yankee
method) , the Sultan of
Swat, & King of
Rock 'n' Roll, one
captivated many w/ the
Swing of a stick, the other
Swung his
hips. But Babe could also
pitch with the best, &
Elvis could
belt out a tune. Excess
born of greatness,
built up
for tearing down (per the Yankee method) , records
surpassed tho never
equaled, literally &
figuratively larger than life, as
sweat-soaked summer
Time
raged on, each
packed the Pop and impact of a nuclear bomb, &
collapsed under the weight of his earned aplomb.
Cretan Maineiac
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