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The Trophy

To get it, the hot-blooded campus youth booed and cheered, screamed and shrieked, fought and cheated. It fanned the hysteria of intramural sports where the losers wailed, the vicotrs jubilated. Now rusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish, the Overall Champion Trophy once golden, lost in the rubble of the demolished gym, a relic of youthful seasons now forgotten!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/30/2010 8:00:00 AM
very nice..it makes me think of all the old "junk" that I have around..that wont mean anything to anyone when Im gone. BG
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