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May U-M find its collective behind diseased with scabs and pus and may its eyes dry up and fall out of its head. May their mothers disown them, their fathers scorn them, and their lovers spurn them. May their upturned noses stick in the behinds of elephants and their feet find every hole in the ground. Let their enemies overcome them, their friends desert them, their victories turn to ash in the last moments, and their minds rot with disuse.