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Packer poem.... Twas the night before football and all through Green Bay, Not a person was sleeping because tomorrows the Big day. Our brats are marinating in a tub of cold beer, with the hopes that Rodgers will soon be here. The kids are all tucked away in bed,... with the dreams of Starks and the tackles hell shed. The Vikings are crying with the hand theyve been dealt, Theyre sick of seeing Rodgers with his championship belt. On Hayward, On Raji, Clay Mathews be blitzen, Their games are so sick youll need a prescription. Well sit in our seats with cheese on our head, Listening to announcers that are clearly brain dead. We know that Aikman will talk like a goon, but well drown his voice out with shouts for John Kuuhhhnnn. Well yell and Well scream but we’ll never fear, A win is never far when Rodgers is near. Now the season has started and I wish your team luck, except for the Vikings and Bears as you both still Suck!
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 05:09:14 +0000

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