Born of the type
Born of this town
Bathed first of its water
You're framed in its foul fluid
Born here
First cleansed with this mystic aqua
That penetrates as it rolls down
You can't be all that clean
Fire as you breathe
Smooth as you speak
The con can't be missed on us
This great world is full of game
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This great world is full of game You were born to face all the games of life. Thanks, A big 10! Cheryl