Tuesday, January 6, 2015

We've caught Heathcott: The nursery rhyme


One final shot.
A Cheever plot.
What hath God wrought?
We've caught Heathcott.

We're on the spot.
One more blood clot.
Our hearts distraught.
We've caught Heathcott.

One roster spot.
One open shot.
Forget us not.
We've caught Heathcott.

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