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An ode to Jeff Hardy--- (I'm a god of Jeff Hardy Poetry)
Jeff, the biggest spotfest in the nation,
Now you're on that FSN station.
You used to be with your bro in the WWE,
And your matches made time for me to pee.
I think you live in a cardboard box,
with your arm tied tight with your own socks.
Watch where you're going with that ladder...
Another match? Time to empty my bladder!
Your talent? I'd rather have the Rock...
Hell, over you, I'd even take X-pac.
After all those bumps, how can you still be standing?
That high won't last. Soon you'll be landing.
And what's the deal with your colorful hair?
The rehab clinic should have shaved you bare!
Oh, and you suck
...er...good luck?
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