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Finally the freight train gets a full head of steam,
As Clapp takes it in for the Big Red team.
Murray spins away and steps right in,
Where all season has this foot work been?
With power and speed Brown scores a T. D..
Finally the run game has something to see.
Headed down-hill on a greasy track,
With a full head of steam the “O” is back.
Where is the “D sir Venables”; I ask,
When a short, skinny, white guy runs right past?
Like radar guided missiles from an Apache long bow,
Sam sets a record and puts on a show.
The ground troops did well in taking the real-estate,
As the Jayhawks were forced to accept their fate.
The Big Red one is going north on a raid,
To skin some mild cats and use their tails in a braid.
JRS © 10-19-08
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