who is this man who wears fifteen
who blinds us in his white and red
there are no records left to shred
always generous, never mean
covered in mud and squeaky clean
how can mere human be this strong
a different kind of godlike brawn
lightening quick with a chieftain roar
when others fall he just gives more
it’s a Patrick-colored dawn
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