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A long long time ago
I can still remember
How that pick used to make me smile
And I knew if I had a place
That I could increase that mock draft pace
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But March made me shiver
With every pick I didn't deliver
Bad news in the draft sticky
I couldn't make a single picky
I can't remember if I cried
When I mulled about my jilted pride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the mock draft died
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