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Johnny Football

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!




Johnny...those crystal blue eyes...have never lied!

The day a nation...fell in commotion...I nearly died!

Momma...dropped her pie...and Daddy...he just cried!

Johnny...you never lied...a velvet touch of hide!


Johnny...you're a...Satur-day...special!

The moment...you kicked your heels...was special!

The time you...skipped a rock...'cross three ponds...was special!

Johnny...you never lied...and to me...you're...always special!


Johnny...you got me in your hook...and...forever...in your book!

The twinkle in your eye...the tickets...they all...forsook!

A smile...a flash...a feint...and then...a clever crook!

Johnny...Football...you're my bible...and...then my book!


Johnny...when those velvet hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...is only mine...just...one-a-kind!

Beads and lockets...please...just...one last time!

Johnny...you never lied...wow...an all-time high!


Johnny...you'll...lite a nation...another...good 'ol time!

Johnny...you'll...lite my heart...just...one more time!


ALTERNATE:


Johnny...and when...your tired 'ol hands...take...only mine!

This plastic ring...you gave...only to me...was...just unkind!

The smile...in the locket...please...look...one last time!

Johnny...you lied...not I...but if you want...just...one more time?


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Warrior's Turf

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!





X is the spot...or IS IT?

When the blood has run dried...is the K OVER?

The HIGHEST...the THINNEST...AIR...HERE...or OVER THERE?

WHY the CRIES and those ECHOES...or SHOULD I CARE?

A NAME...NEVER...EVER...TO BE...PUSHED OVER!


TRY as HARD AS YOU MAY...but WILL IT PAY?

Do you BOTTLE GREATNESS...or DOES IT JUST FLOW?

A SMILING HEART...makes MERRY...but a BITTER HEART...JUST POLLUTES!

IN THE END...a THANKFUL NATION...ALWAYS...SALUTES!

GREATNESS like HONEY...only...A FEW...EVER KNOW!


A WARRIOR'S HEART...BLEEDS...IT NEVER...SIMPLY DIES!

HIS LEGACY...is THEIR TURF...and ON THEIR TURF!

Honor and commitment...ARE THE PRESSES...AND YOURS!

IF you MUST...YOU...PLAY with the SCORES!

Till NEXT SEASON...FOR ME...it's SURF...or a DIFF'RENT TURF [golf]!




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The Fall of Fifty-Nine

In the fall of "59 we played our best...
That was the year we were better than the rest.

Brooks and Richard always led the way...
And John and Butch were there to play.

Campbell and Bailey were on the ends that year...
And with a line like ours Billy never had a fear.

Farley and Bill, great tackles were they...
And Wayne was a great guard-that's what all our
opponents had to say.

Doug and Steve, boy could they run...
In the fall of "59 didn't we have fun?

We had great coaches that year, no one can deny...
Coach Jim, coach John and coach Gainer- they made
us reach for the sky.

We had a team that was really fine...
That was our team in the fall of "59.

WE won all our games and finished number one in the state..
And for all of us who played the fall of "59 will always be a special date.

                                    TK<>< 


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SUPERSTAR

Were yer looking down, Wilf, were yer with me Dad 
Sitting with John Widdowfield and Harry, his young lad 
Weren't the fans terrific, did you hear them roar 
Didn't Boro start well and what a time to score. 

What about them boots now, that stadium 'n all 
Would have been amazing to see you on the ball 
Just to watch Juninho must've made you grin 
I bet you had a chuckle when that penalty went in. 

Hope it made you smile, Wilf,  I hope it made your day 
And every other Boro fan not here with us today 
I saw you play at Ayresome in 1953 
Me Dad stood on the Holgate and he got me in for free 

I met you,  just before you died, in the café on Marske stray 
We talked about the old times, yer made me laugh that day. 
I drank with Stevie Gibson the night the cup was won 
And through the tears and endless beers I said how well he'd done 

I told him that we loved him, the way me Dad loved you 
He said, Look I'm no different, just Boro through and through.
Next time I pass your statue, I'll linger for a while 
And if I look real closely, I know I'll see you smile. 

It's been a long old time, Wilf, but didn't they do us proud 
The chairman and the manager, the players and the crowd 
It's been a long old time, Wilf, at last we've done  things right 
We've gone through that great darkness and come into the light. 

Night night, Wilf, night night. 
                              
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Read the wiki on Wilf Mannion. Thank you. 



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Picture Perfect QB

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!


Sentient and pre-escient...a mo-men-tary...'lef hint,
AND A BOMB...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a...toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-HIGH!

'Niny yards away...FANS SWING AWAY...OH-IT-AIN'T 'MAH DAY!
'Yella tiny ring...DOESN'T HOLDA THING...shiny X-mas wrapper...'DOWNA 
STINKY CRAPPER!

SO BOMBS AWAY...a pitter patter drill...two 'lefs...A-NOTHER SPILL...
TO AN ALL...TIME-THRILL!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

When the lights go out...an there's no tears...or shouts.

I HAD MY DAY...NO MATTER WHAT...THEY SAY!

SO BOMBS AWAY...I'LL NEVER PLAY!

BUT...IF YOU'LL PAY...I'LL PLAY!

THE HAY...BETTER BE...MY WAY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture...per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

HE LUSTS...FOR 'N ALL...TIME-HIGH!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!




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A New Day - SUPERBOWL DAY

The season ends 
     with the Superbowl
as a Giants fan 
    I grieve 
that 
they 
did 
no 
   make it this year 
Purchased an old sports 
       novel recently 
   "Giant Quarterback" by 
Frank Waldman 
    Anyone out there 
read it? 
    s
Soon it will be back for me 
I have decided to watch the battle 
Violent and dangerous as it is  
the game is something which 
   has been a part of my life 
My life - which is an hourglass with the sands running out    


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Solaris

And here I stand, in the sky I see
A star, a sun, a ball of fire and heat he be.
He gives us warmth and in the day, gives us light,
Only subsiding in the wake of that which is night.
And now, in the summer, it graces us well,
He shines upon our world with many stories to tell.
A bright herald of holiday in the middle of the year.
A time of happiness and fun and never a tear.
And although he might vanish behind the cloud of grey,
Moments after, he would reappear and stay.
The triumphant hierarch of the solar system, he’d reign,
A being who carries the other planets with vain.
Never too far and never too near,
Around him our earth would circle and steer.
Forever he’ll rule and forever he’ll burn,
On his surface, the hellish flames will churn.
Never stare upon his shining face,
For he will blind you with his light and grace.
So keep your sunscreen or your skin he will sting,
For he is Solaris, The almighty sun King.


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Picture Perfect QB

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



Sentient and pre-escient...a mo-men-tary...'lef hint,
AND A BOMB...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a...toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-HIGH!

'Niny yards away...FANS SWING AWAY...OH-IT-AIN'T 'MAH DAY!
'Yella tiny ring...DOESN'T HOLDA THING...shiny X-mas wrapper...'DOWNA 
STINKY CRAPPER!

SO BOMBS AWAY...a pitter patter drill...two 'lefs...A-NOTHER SPILL...
TO AN ALL...TIME-THRILL!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

When the lights go out...an there's no tears...or shouts.

I HAD MY DAY...NO MATTER WHAT...THEY SAY!

SO BOMBS AWAY...I'LL NEVER PLAY!

BUT...IF YOU'LL PAY...I'LL PLAY!

THE HAY...BETTER BE...MY WAY!

Pure 'n simple...pic-ture...per-fect...SHINY GRIN,
'N a toss 'TA WIN...OF AN ALL...TIME-GUY!

HE LUSTS...FOR 'N ALL...TIME-HIGH!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!

SO MAKE MY DAY...MAKE MY DAY!

CUT-IT-ANY-WAY...THAT'S ALOTA...HAY!




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Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.