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A poem about making your game excellent and paying dues - a sports poem. |
| The brightest signs must blaze true, Proximity so gallant; An authenticity overdue, There’s a heap of talent… Every action’s brand new story, Apropos through needs… A true desire gathers glory, Seeking efforts, deeds… Rise and greet, make a call, Bow an angel’s head - Stomach lessons, every stall, See how folks bleed red. Fit and healthy, duty’s object, Practice nature’s roles. Grit and glamour, never abject - Half the gleam extols. |