Stop, Look, Listen!
This Emergency Is Dire
I've Perched Myself
Crowds Have Gathered Below
I'm Starting To Perspire
I Do Not Want Money
Or To Be Known As Sire
All I Ask To Soothe My Psyche
Is A Simple Pair Of Sneakers With A
Swoosh
And The Letters Spelled
N-I-K-E
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