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a little somethin to read tomorrow
Twas the night before Divisionals, when all through the land Not a Packer was stirring, fearing the boisterous 12th man. The Jerseys were hung by the Plasma with care, In hopes that a bowl win soon would be there.
The Pro Bowlers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of turnovers danced in their heads. And Holmgren in his
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