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| A Job Well Done | ||||||||
| Dragging along wearily, feet scuffing the floor So relieved to finally enter home's door Baggage is shed and forgotten for the night Crawling up the stairs requires all your might As you wash away all of the sweat and the tears You know that this day will stand out among your years The pains of an aching body and tired muscles fade With visions of crowds screaming your name Bright lights and brilliant colors flash before your eyes You're there amid the drums, the wails, and the cries Of all those pushing and straining with you to win An effort to avenge the losses that have been And when the victory's won, and the screams subside After the last embrace, once the tears of joy have been cried You can finally rest, for the day has been won Sinking against the pillows, a job well done |
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| Guard Poems Guard Goodies Take Me Home! |
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