this is the poem that Deontay Wilder will be reciting the minute he faces a good heavyweight boxer:
"ic of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers with a peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked she says she says she shows by the seashore she sells seashells down by the seashore China boy come home China boy go to restaurant China boy cook in a walk China boy fry rice China boy noodles Alabama China boy Alabama China boy Alabama Chinatown Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers a peck of purple pickled peppers Peter Piper picked if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers with a peck of purple pickled peppers Peter Piper picked"
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