HEY, HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR CAKE!
Just kidding, Coach. We love you. Here’s a quick poem from the unofficial bard of Aggie Football, Chuck Bukowski.

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Poem For My 43rd Birthday by Charles Bukowski
To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
without cigarettes
or wine–
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
grayhaired,
and glad to have
the room.
…in the morning
they’re out there
making money:
judges, carpenters,
plumbers, doctors,
newsboys, policemen,
barbers, carwashers,
dentists, florists,
waitresses, cooks,
cabdrivers…
and you turn over
to your left side
to get the sun
on your back
and out
of your eyes.

2017 is going to be a better year, we know it.

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