Winter Championship

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    Winter Championship

    It has been twenty years since
    The bitterness of the frosty dew
    Crisped my cold and tired head
    The laughter of the apparition students
    Rattled on the bench in front
    Of the brick laden school
    Where my old coach would mutter
    To me of game plays for Friday

    It is only a shame the
    Gravel crushing skid of tires into
    My side made me miss
    My senior championship game

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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