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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531347" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tim Tebow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOOTBALL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stands are full of eager fans<br>Who say, we're paid too much money! <br>But if they would put our suits on<br>They'd find football isn't funny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty-two men and five referees<br>Chasing a pigskin, air filled ball.<br>Mashing and bashing all the way<br>Till the striped shirts whistle their call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the generals on the sideline<br>Are waging their athletic war.<br>And the letters in the words they use<br>Never amount to more than four.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's no substitute for winning<br>And no excuse for losing.<br>Though after games; when we can't sleep<br>It's because of all the bruising.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CHRISTIAN SOLDIER’S LOVE POEM</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Humans have always had their need for love<br>Long before they could calculate the year.<br>Painting on the walls of caves and tombs<br>Steven A. Burnapories of accomplishment, conquest and fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is a constant contest of struggle<br>Plagued by greed, love, war, work and debate.<br>Between all we love; those we tolerate<br>And some we can’t help but hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d rather be loved and love in return<br>Then have a rich man’s gold piled high.<br>Id rather be loved by someone worthy<br>With honor, compassion and no need to lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d rather be loved than be crowned a king<br>Of a vast empire of power and domain.<br>I’d rather be loved and never forgotten<br>Not alone, overwhelmed and ashamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd rather be loved for my unselfish behavior<br>Eager to protect, provide and preserve.<br>I’d rather be loved for staying resolute<br>To my commitment to love and to serve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d rather be loved for my awareness of duty<br>More than anything life can bestow me.<br>I’d rather be loved and receive God’s grace<br>As I lay down my life before Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>FREEDOM</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In their new uniforms<br>The young march off<br>Not knowing who shall return.<br>With a proud devotion<br>They brandish their flag<br>Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May we all be buried<br>By all of our children<br>Is an ancient tribal prayer.<br>They're so easy to lose<br>But so hard to forget<br>Such a burden for a parent to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The taste of victory<br>Shall soon be forgotten<br>But never that which was lost.<br>For those rows of white headstones<br>In peaceful green fields<br>Make it easy to tally the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America has survived<br>All attempts to destroy<br>Knowing the cruelty of war<br>And we who remain<br>Must help keep her free<br>For those who can march no more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUR FLAG</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our flag is fabric wove of thread<br>Carried by heroes live and dead.<br>She stands for justice and courage too<br>With her colors; red, white and blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all who serve her, there’ll be cheers<br>For any who die, there’ll be tears<br>For all who love her, honor will prevail <br>Any who harm her, shall suffer and fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many moms have cried before<br>As they sent their children to war? <br>How many dads have not returned<br>Because our freedom must be earned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wars were waged where brave men died<br>As patriots fought side by side.<br>Our flag is still the pearl of Earth<br>Because of those who prove her worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Zart Poems Are Free To Share To Teach Or Show Love And Support! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By God’s Poet Tom Zart<br>Most Published Poet<br>On The Web! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Listen To Tom Zart’s Poems Go To =<br>http: //new.pivtr.com/en/schedule/tom-zart/<br>http: //www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php? f=38</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Zart">Tom Zart</a><div class=q>
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The stands are full of eager fans
Who say, we're paid too much money! 
But if they would put our suits on
They'd find football isn't funny.

Twenty-two men and five referees
Chasing a pigskin, air filled ball.
Mashing and bashing all the..."></div>
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