Not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse.
The dates are set days before with care,
In hopes that no mayhem would be there.
The real-heads were nestled all snugs in their beds,
While visions of Cool-Greys danced in their heads.
And many stands outside wearing their winter cap,
awaiting for them Jordans at the cost of missing their nap.
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