July 31, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles
the crafty free agent rolls into town he's got big pockets big grin big pucks he nods and smiles kisses babies opens a charitable fund he's all muscle and hope on ice all promise and dope big price he's been here before he'll leaf here again and what you've all never learned is that he ain't anyone's friend
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