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| Poems | The Champion |  |
The ChampionThe average runner sprintsUntil the breath in him is gone, But the champion has the iron will That makes him carry on. For rest the average runner begs When limp his muscles grow, But the champion runs on leaden legs -- His spirit makes them go. The average man's complacent When he's done his best to score, But the champion Does his best And then he does a little more. |
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