Tuesday, March 23, 2004

THE WINNING TEAM

Remember all of the glory,
remember the victory,
remember the camaraderie
of the greatest winning team.

The legacy of the Old School Boys
damnation to the other side.

The jokes we told and held
to heart.

We played
a dammed fierce game.

Let no man take
by hook or blade
what rightfully belonged
to us.

Or they would suffer endlessly
broken shinbones from our
best defense
for we proposed
to win.

With egotism soaring
high
we could do no wrong.

At every hit
we would discern
and block it every time.

The cheering from the audience
would envelope us with pride.

For we were of the Old School Boys
and espoused a winning team.

Remember all of the glory,
remember the victory
remember the camaraderie
of the greatest winning team.

Our birthright to fight
or die.

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Words used: remember glory victory legacy
damnation jokes hook shinbones discern
envelope egotism birthright

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