After a decade of nothing but sorry
Welcome, my friends, to The Age of Amar'e
Though if I may throw in caution, I reckon
The Knicks have one star, but lack for a second
Felton's uncertain, Randolph is callow
I still cannot tell what they'll get from young Gallo
And were I to drink 'til my eyeballs were furry
I still wouldn't rely on Plump Eddy Curry
So as I lift my Knicks periscope
I cannot say that it spies much to give hope
After years where passion and joy both lay dead
This training camp offers: an absence of dread
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