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His bloody balls were flying
He'd juggled all the day
his hands were tired, his nerves were wired,
please take the pain away.
His bleeding hands threw upward,
the balls kept coming down,
to juggle with three hand grenades
was bound to gain renown.
Last edited by Joybells; 08-26-2011 at 10:31 PM.
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